I stared at him. “What?”

“Let’s go to the club. You’ve been locked in this apartment for seven days, not sleeping, barely eating, jumping at every sound.”

He looked at me with the kind of patience that only real friends carry. “Caspian isn’t even in the city right now. And staying in here, alone with your thoughts, it’s making everything worse. Fresh air, music, people. Maybe your brain just needs a break from itself.”

“David, this isn’t—”

“I’ll introduce you to some beautiful hot girls,” he added, raising an eyebrow.

Despite everything, the corner of my mouth twitched. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.” He stood up. “Come on....