"It's all my fault."

Counselor Blatt frowned. "Why do you feel that way?"

Sam wrapped her hands over her arms, suddenly cold. How could she unload all her guilt onto the counselor? How could she explain her kissing Miguel had set everything off, that maybe if she'd been more honest with her feelings, none of this would've happened?

"I walked out of class to meet Tory," she said instead.

"Proper protocol dictates you should've remained in the classroom. But you can't blame yourself for the fight starting."

Sam wiped a tear from her cheek, knowing this session was going nowhere.