Page 11 of Private Treatment


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"For what?"

"To get my shit together."

I hold my breath when Nik studies me in pensive silence. The billionaire isn't one to make snap decisions, but neither is he the type to go back on his word. I know his overprotective ass is dying to force me to accept his help, but all I'm asking for is a week. Just one week for me to at leasttrysolving my own problems—-

"A week then. But if I don't like what I see in a week..."

The warning in his tone isn't lost on me, but I'm too relieved to care.

You da best, God.

A week is not much, but it's still something, and I can't afford to let this something go to waste.

If I don't get my shit together in a week, Nik will take over like he usually does, and since the billionaire is big on honesty, that likely means letting my sister know about my headaches.

My sister, who's finallystress-free...because she now happens to becancer-free as well.

And for her to stay that way, I need to make sure I don't give Io anything to worry about.










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Me:I really need your help. I only have one week to "fix" myself.

Karen:You need the right mindset to start with. You have NOTHING to fix.

Me:You got me there. =/

Karen:It's okay. I've been in your shoes, obvs.

Karen:I know what it's like.

Me:I just got so used to spending every minute of my life worrying about my sister.

Karen:And now that you don't have to, you realize you don't remember how to live for yourself. Right?

Me:Exactly.

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