Andria's POV
"Yeah, well, words aren't my problem right now." I slid inside, setting my bag on the table. "Mel wants to join our little study group."
The room went still, just like I had expected.
Arlo, who had been sprawled across the couch flipping through his economics textbook, looked up lazily. "Mel?"
"Yes," I confirmed. "She asked me directly. She said she doesn't want to be alone anymore, and I'm actually considering it, because I wouldn't want her feeling alone to the extent of attempting what she did the last time."
Another round of awkward silence befell the room.
Becca let out an exasperated groan. "See? I told you she was actually considering it."
"I mean, can't she just see a therapist or something?" Michaela chipped in.
