"Who says I need help? I squeeze my hands together because my brother knows how I struggled after Mom and Dad died.
He runs a hand through his hair, "You can't keep bottling up your emotions, Katie." he locks eyes with me, "and from what Emily tells me, eventually, that bottle will burst."
Instantly my face goes hot, "Wait! What did you tell her?"
Zack takes a seat across from me, "I'm worried about you, Katie," he says in a concerned whisper.
"Oh, my God, you told her, didn't you?" I spit out and he closes his eyes for a second, "You told her what Uncle John did to me."
"Yes." his voice barely a whisper.
"Dammit, Zack!" I shout, "How could you? That is private information! How could you tell a stranger about my life?"
"She is not a stranger!" he blurts out and I c**k my head, "Oh y
