Two weeks later...
McKenna
"I can't take it anymore," I cried.
Dustin looked at me. "Are you okay?"
"No, I am not okay. Haven't you noticed how unhappy Mom and Dad have been? God...I can't bear it," I frowned.
Dustin sighed. "Yeah, you are right. Hunter had been a complete mess. Ever since your mom broke up with him, he can hardly sleep or eat. And I swear he stopped showering these past few days too."
I groaned. This was all my fault.
The weight of my guilt had become an unbearable burden on my shoulders. Every day, as I witnessed the deteriorating state of my parents. I couldn't help but blame myself for the mess I made by this whole MIT thing.
The sight of my once vibrant mother reduced to a shell of her former self haunted my dreams, while my father's disheveled appearance mad
