"You're not telling me what you need! I know you aren't sleeping properly. You ran off and slept in a park and then stole your friend's car- you hit a police officer, Kay, do you know how serious that is? I don't want-" Marcie groaned with a little exasperation. "I loved Tragos but we both know that he and your other brothers were mixed up in dangerous shit. I don't want you to go down that road. He didn't want you to follow him. You need help now, before you do something worse because the grief is eating you up."
She shook her head. This was all stuff she should have said weeks ago, but she was too scared of upsetting him, and had wanted him to come to her when he was ready. It was now clear that that wasn't going to happen. "When we get back to New York, you need to see a counselor. You have to promise me that you'll talk to somebody. And maybe, if we go and explain to Connie's parents, they won't press charges."