The bell above the diner door rings, Addison glances up from the register and her customer-service smile turns into a bright, wide, real one. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of the hottest, funniest, sexiest man she's ever seen. Tall, with bright green hair in a neat and trim haircut, and a dark grey suit that cuts his lean and fit body so well her mouth starts to water. Sharp jawline and perfect skin, with dark, designer shades that cover what she knows are the most gorgeous brown eyes in the world.

Addison finishes taking Willow's order, handing her her receipt and table card. Luckily, Willow ordered a fountain drink with her food, which meant Addison was free to help the handsome devil that just walked into the diner.

He walks up to the counter and takes off his sunglasses, smiling the most dazzling, kissable smile.

"Hello," she greets.

"Hey, pretty lady," Zed says with a wink that makes her blush.

Addison pushes her hair behind her ears and giggles, making Zed's chakras mic grin more into the brightest, biggest smile. "Hi, handsome," she greets. "Welcome to Dezzy's Delicious Diner. How can I help you?"

Zed grins again and leans forward, his gorgeous dark eyes shining devilishly. "Would a lovely lady, such as yourself, be free this evening?"

She giggles at his antics. "I dunno, there's this guy I've been seeing for a few weeks who might wanna take me out tonight," she says.

"Bleh!" Zed says dramatically. "I bet he plans on picking you up for a romantic dinner cruise in Seabrook Harbor, too. Asshole."

Addison bites her lip to hide her giggle. Her and Zed have been going steady for almost a month. They go out every few days — like dinners, or picnics, or even just movies or board games at Addison's — sometimes for full day trips (like on his boat, for a relaxing, sexy trip around Lake Seabrook).

"A romantic dinner cruise? How fancy is that gonna be? I'm running out of nice dresses, you know."

Zed chuckles. "You know, if it were up to me, you wouldn't need to wear anything." He throws in a wink that makes her giggle.

"I know, I was on your big fancy boat last weekend," she teases.

Zed smiles, his eyes far away at the memories. Addison didn't know much about boats, but she did know a big, fancy one, almost yacht level, when she saw one. And it even had quarters below deck just for the two of them, far, far away from the captain.

As much fun as that day had been, though, she would never get a chance to share. She and Wyatt hardly ever worked together anymore, and she wasn't close enough with Eliza or Willa to talk about her brand new relationship. She only just started calling him her boyfriend, for pete's sake! Usually, she would gush with Bree about all this stuff, but they still weren't talking. Bree didn't like Zed, and refused to say why. As bad as Addison felt about it, she couldn't help the way Zed made her feel.

Addison does a quick glance around, making sure no one is looking before spring forward and pecking his lips. When she pulls away, Zed can't wipe the wistful smile off his face.

"What was that for?" he asks.

Because she's falling in love. Because he is the most amazing, funny, sweet man she has ever met.

Addison shrugs a shoulder. "Just 'cause," she says. "The usual?"

"Yes, please," Zed says. "To-go, though. I'm meeting someone and I'm technically already late."

"Zed!"

"What? I had to visit my favorite girl," he says. She giggles again, and he adds, "And hear your pretty laugh. Music to my ears!"

She playfully rolls her eyes, going about ringing up his order. He compliments her all the time, pointing out things she doesn't even notice she does sometimes, like how she gets loud and gestures wildly when she's excited, or how she'll drink out of the corner of her mouth if it's a bottle. Even the way she does her makeup, or doesn't do her makeup. She didn't think anyone ever knew or noticed these things. But he's sure to tell her how much he loves them all, every time they happen.

Addison giggles, ringing up his order. Zed pays and shifts to the end of the counter to wait. Addison turns around and prepares his usual coffee order: always rung up and ordered as a black coffee, but always made as an iced macchiato with two pumps of caramel syrup, two pumps of mocha syrup, and some whipped cream. She usually puts it in a hot coffee cup, for the big, scary business owner reputation Zed wants to preserve.

Eric, the cook working the midday rush, pushes out the tuna melt and BLT, already packaged in the to-go bag. Addison hands it to Zed, with the two cups of coffee in their to-go cups and tray. "What time tonight?" she asks.

"Cruise leaves at 6:45, so I'll pick you up at six?"

Addison nods, excitedly. "That sounds perfect," she says. "Good luck on your meeting!"

Zed smiles at her. He blows her a kiss, then turns and exits. Addison stares after him for a long minute, sighing. He's everything she could ever want. He's her perfect match.

Addison gets off of work later than she expected, catching the five thirty bus back to her apartment. She hasn't gotten around to getting her car fixed. Her cousin, Bucky, recommended a few mechanics that did good work at an affordable cost, but the lowest estimate she got was upwards of five grand. She couldn't justify that much, especially when a bus pass was only fifty bucks per month.

She climbs off the bus as her phone starts ringing. She expects Zed, maybe Wyatt or Willa, but is surprised when she sees her dad's contact pop up on her screen. She hasn't spoken to her parents in a long time outside of the brief check-in texts her mother sends her. Last time she spoke with her mother, she told her to stop wasting her time and hung up on her, and never called her after that. A month.

She almost doesn't answer him. Her dad never calls her, ever. All her familial communication goes through her mom, sometimes her cousin, but never her dad. He's usually more focused on work, although he never cares to share anything going on with her.

She walks into her building and answers the phone. "Hi, dad," she says. She yanks open the stair door and starts climbing.

"Addy, dear!" he exclaims. "How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

She looks at her watch. Zed told her he'd pick her up at six, which meant he had maybe fifteen minutes to shower, get dressed, and do her hair and makeup. Not to mention whatever her dad needed to talk to her about.

"I'm good, dear," he says. "Say, Addy, dear, what are your plans this weekend?"

Addison reaches her floor and stops at her front door. She needs to figure out what to say, and quickly. Her dad loves to ask leading questions to trap her in some family event. But the excuses aren't flowing, and her pause is too long. While she rummages through her bag for her keys, she stutters out, "Oh, uh, well I'm not sure —"

"Perfect. We're having a family dinner Friday evening."

"But —"

"Do you know where to go or should I send you the address? You haven't been home in ages, you know."

"I-I know…"

"Great. We'll see you at six thirty sharp," he says. "Only criminals are late."

"Right, of course," she mutters. "Bye, dad."

"Goodbye, dear!"

Addison hangs up the phone. She turns around and leans back against her door, squeezing her eyes shut. Her chest constricts, her eyes starting to well up at the prospect of family dinner.

She has to find a way out. She has to! She managed to avoid her parents this long, she could keep doing it. All they'd do is talk about how much her life sucks, how disappointed they were in her and how shitty her life turned out. And they always had a point. Everyone she knew was going somewhere with their lives. Bree and Bonzo would be engaged soon, Willa was only a few weeks away from her bar exam, Wyatt was moving on to a bigger and better job. Hell, even her new boyfriend had his shit together. He works round the clock managing his family business.

Maybe if she hadn't given up on all her hopes and dreams, hadn't let her stupid emotions distract her from her actual life. Maybe then she wouldn't be a directionless, hopeless wreck, stuck working the register the rest of her life, barely making ends meet.

Someday soon, Zed will realize how much of a loser she is. She knows it. It's only a matter of time before he moves on from her too!

"Addison?"

Crap. She forgot Zed was on his way. Her eyes fly open, her chest tightening in the worst way, like she might cry, or scream, or vomit, or all of them, maybe. God, why was she letting her dad — her stupid, dumb, dad — get to her like this!?

She opens her eyes, quickly rubbing at them to hopefully keep any potential tears away. Zed rushes toward her, a bouquet of tulips in one hand. His typically relaxed expression and easy smile are replaced today with a worried crease between his eyebrows and a frown. Her chest constricts instantly with guilt, her eyes burning even more. Someone as amazing as him shouldn't be worried about someone as messy as her.

"H-Hey," she stammers, trying her damndest to sound as normal as she can.

Zed stops in front of her, crowding her space. "What's wrong, babe?"

His eyes, so big and brown and so full of concern, riddle her with guilt. She looks down at the ground. She's not worthy, she knows she's not in any way possible.

"N-nothing," she whispers. A lump the size of a frog clogs her throat. She clears it, trying to sound normal despite the swell of awful, ugly emotions filling her brain, working its way through her chest and churning her gut until it boils all over. "Everything…Everything's fine."

Zed doesn't answer, doesn't move. She can't risk looking at him, looking at the worry in his face or his eyes. She doesn't deserve someone like him.

Then she feels his hand, the rough calluses on his palm and fingers against the skin of her jaw. He doesn't move her head, but his hand still jars her. "Addison," he says.

It's enough to make her break.

Zed instantly folds her in his arms, holding her shaking body tightly as her tears stain the front of his button down. Everything comes flooding out. She hasn't had a chance to process everything in so long: her fight with Bree, her ghosting her mother, and the ever present, overwhelming ache she feels every time she thinks of her brother and how much she misses him. All her friends are moving in with their lives while she's stuck with the same job she's had since she was a twenty year old college drop out, in the same shitty apartment she's been in since college.

And here she is, a sobbing disaster all over Zed. He must think she's pathetic! And he wouldn't even be wrong.

"Addy," he says, his voice soft, yet firm. The sound soothes her heart, grounding her. She may be a pathetic disaster, but Zed was still here. Holding her, comforting her, even though he couldn't ran away a long time ago.

She focuses on him, on his smiles and his arms around her. Slowly, she comes back together.

"Addy, babe," he says again. "What happened? What's wrong?"

She sniffs, burying her face further in his chest. "N-nothing's wrong," she assures him. Zed knows her and her family have a strained relationship. He gets it, neither of them really like to talk about their family (outside of his little sister, who he'll gush about any chance he gets). She lifts her head and tries to explain, even just a little, to make him understand. "I-I just…"

She chokes on another sob, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.

It doesn't take much for Zed to connect the dots. The tears running down her face, the phone clutched tightly in her hand. "Did you just get off the phone, Addy?" She nods, chewing on her lip. His next words send chills down her spine: "Who was it? Who did this to you?"

His voice, low, commanding, and still somehow kind and caring, steals all of her attention. She steadies her breathing, looking up at him. Her hands come to rest on his biceps, giving the muscle a firm squeeze.

"Just, bad family stuff," she tells him. Zed raises his eyebrows, and she adds, "I promise. I-I'll be okay."

His expression softens. "Okay," he whispers. "Let's go inside, huh?"

He takes her keys from her hand, opening the door and leading her inside. She nearly forgot in all her crying that they had plans tonight. But now, the thought of going out in the world after all of that made her sick to her stomach. Addison stops in the doorway, waiting for him to lock her door before doing anything else.

Zed beats her to it. "Why don't you go get comfy. I can order us some food."

She bites her lip, looking up at him in awe. He really is so, so special, and so sweet. He's so kind to her, even if she doesn't deserve it.

"But, we had dinner plans…"

Zed shrugs. "We can go another time, no worries," he assures her. "As long as I get to spend time with you, I don't care what we do."

Addison throws her arms around his middle, squeezing him as tightly as she can. She doesn't know what she did for the universe to reward her with a guy as sweet as Zed. But she's never letting him go.

"Thank you," she says into his chest.

Zed wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. "Addy," he says softly. "I…"

Addison tenses briefly in his arms. Is he…?

He sighs, then says, "Anytime, for you, baby."

Addison can't even think about what he was about to say, at he might've said, or even why he stopped himself. All she can do is be here, standing in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and comfort and love.

Addison takes a quick shower, washing away the sweat and grime from her day. Zed waits in the living room, presumably ordering a boat load of Chinese take out and picking something out for them to watch. She doesn't spend as long in the shower as she usually does after a rough day. The thought of Zed out there, waiting on her, motivates her to quickly wash up.

Addison walks back to her living room dressed in her favorite Seabrook High Basketball oversized tee shirt. The worn fabric soothes her skin, soft against her freshly raw skin from her shower. Zed sits on her couch, organizing the various piles of Chinese takeout from her favorite restaurant. He knows her so well!

Zed looks up and smiles, then looks down at her shirt. "You played basketball?" he asks.

She freezes. Danny's shirt became her comfort shirt, whenever she had a particularly bad day, when her brain couldn't think of anything but overwhelming, incomprehensible threat of death, when all she can feel is empty at the thought of everyone important to her leaving. Life sucks, and her favorite, big tee shirt doesn't fix it, but it makes it manageable. Most times, she doesn't even realize she puts it on. She just grabs it and eats Ben and Jerry's until she feels sick.

Zed doesn't know about her brother, her family, or anything about her past. He doesn't know about the years spent crying, listening to her parents wish she didn't exist, the days she wished she didn't have to burden the world with her presence. He doesn't know all her terrible, awful baggage, because if he did, he'd throw her away, she's sure of it.

Bree is the only person who's ever tried to convince her she's good enough, but even Bree left her eventually. Perfect job, perfect man, perfect life. And Addison was left behind in the shadows, surrounded by guilt and worthlessness.

Zed's arms wrap around her body, yanking her out of her thoughts. She doesn't know when he even got up, but she doesn't mind, not in the slightest.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles.

"Don't be," he assures her. He squeezes her and Addison lets out a deep breath. Zed's still here, despite her constantly shutting down on him. He's still here, holding her, grounding her. Bree's the only other person who's cared about her enough to ever stay with her, but this feels different. In a good way.

"Come, let's eat!" Zed says. He pulls away, dragging her back over to the couch. "I think Mountain College's game tonight is televised, too. If you're into college football."

They sit. Addison shrugs, but smiles at how giddy he is to watch the game. She went to a few games when she was in college, although back then the team wasn't any good. Still, Danny and Bree dragged her out every Saturday, dressed in purple and gold, screaming their heads off until they lost their voices.

"Who are they playing?" she asks. "It's only worth it if it's Massachusetts."

Zed looks at her and laughs. "It is!"

"Oh, it's so on!"

Zed laughs again, picking up her remote to find the game. Addison, meanwhile, picks up a box of noodles and some chopsticks, digging into her dinner. Zed leans back against the couch, slinging an arm over her shoulders.

Addison looks up at him and smiles. "Thank you," she says.

Zed smiles back at her, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "For what?"

"Being here," she tells him earnestly. "My…my dad called me. He wants me to come over for dinner this week and I just…I know it's going to be a disaster."

Zed mutes the television, giving her his full attention, Addison takes a shaky breath. "They don't like me very much, which I know is a crazy thing to say about your parents, but I know it's true. We haven't talked in weeks, and all of a sudden they went to see me? I just know it's gonna be so, so awful."

"I'm sorry, Addy," he says. "That sucks."

She nods, muttering, "Yeah."

"And there's no way you can skip it?"

Addison's sure she could, if she tried. She could just not show up. Of course, that would only make things so much worse.

"I can't," she says.

"When is it?"

"Friday," she says. "But Zed, you can't—"

"We should go out after," he suggests. "My family had a nice house up by Seabrook Lake, we could go for the weekend to decompress."

Addison raises her eyebrows. "You have a lake house?"

Zed shrugs. "What do you say? You, me, and the open water for two days?"

"I…I work Sunday."

Zed tilts his head. "Addy, I own the place. If you want the day off just ask."

Addison giggles. She leans into his side. "You know, I don't need a fancy weekend trip away. All I need is you, Zed."

"Just think about it, okay?"

Addison nods, smiling up at him again before snuggling in his side again.

Willa stares at Addison for a long minute. Addison tries to ignore how long she's looking, stirring the brownie batter with all her might and attention. Willa's been thinking for almost two full minutes, leaving Addison to think the absolutely worst.

"You think it's a bad idea," Addison finally says.

Willa shrugs a shoulder. "I mean, a little!" she says. Addison groans. "But!" Willa adds quickly, "who cares what I think? If you really like him, and you trust him, you should go."

She does really like him. And she does trust him. A lot. But they've only been seeing each other for a month! Is that really long enough to go away to his mysterious lake house for a weekend? It sounds like the opening to a horror movie.

"Clearly you wanna go," Willa says. "So go. I mean, if you're worried about something happening, Eliza's pretty good with computers. She could probably whip you up some tracking thing or something."

"Hey!" Eliza pops her head through the window separating the dining area and the kitchen. "I did not get a master's degree in computer engineering for you to say I'm 'good with tech.' I am a goddamn genius!"

Addison laughs. Willa just rolls her eyes, smiling more giddily than Addison has seen before. Addison expects a sarcastic quip that veers on the mean side, but Willa surprises her and says, "Sure, Eliza, you're a goddamn genius."

"Thank you." Eliza turns and heads back to the register.

Willa giggles. In all her years of knowing her, Addison has never heard her giggle before. "What was that?" Addison asks.

"Hm?" Willa asks, feigning innocence.

"Am I missing something? What's going on here?"

Willa takes the mixing bowl from Addison, heading over to the waiting tray. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Trust Fund Baby:

I saw the cutest puppy just now

It was small and white and very lovable

Made me think of you!

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In the back of her Uber, Addison giggles at the image of Zed crouched down on the ground, a tiny fluff ball that looks kind of like a maltese licking his face. It helps keep her nerves at bay, even if it's just a simple, silly little thing.

Addison:

I think you should get a dog

It'd be a good look for you!

Trust Fund Baby:

You really think so?

Addison:

Totally!

The car comes to a stop outside of her parents home: a large, two story house in the center of the cul-de-sac, dark grey and pink panels lining the halls. Her parents' and her cousin's cars are parked along the driveway, right next to a sign that reads 'MISSY WELLS FOR CITY COUNCIL.' So her mother is running for office again. That explains the sudden need for them to play happy family.

Tonight was going to be worse than she thought.

Addison:

I made it.

Wish me luck.

Trust Fund Baby:

o7

If you need an emergency out I can get you out of there in fifteen minutes or less

Just say the word baby

Addison smiles at her phone as she climbs out of the car. Zed had spent the night, like he usually did when they had a date, and spent all morning assuring her if she needed anything, anything, just to text him and he'd find her a way out. It was really sweet of him, but she knew he was at home, all the way out in Mansion Lane. She wouldn't bug him about her stupid family stuff, making him drive all the way here to get her and take her back to her own apartment. She can handle her parents for a few hours.

She hopes.

Addison:

Thank you

I appreciate that so much 3

She walks up the pathway to the front door. Her phone vibrates, a picture of Zed blowing her a kiss filling their chat. She giggles, sending him a string of heart emojis. With a small amount of added confidence, Addison takes a deep breath, then knocks on the door.

She hears shouting. Her mom and dad's voices shock her system. Suddenly, she's eighteen years old, barricading her bedroom door with her body, crying her eyes out while they shouted just outside.

The door swings open, snapping her out of it all. Her older cousin, Bucky, grins a wide, signature peppy grin on his face, just like back in his cheerleading days. At only twenty nine, his cheeks and eyes are lined with deep smile marks from years of performative peppiness, and the rest of him is wrinkled from years working under her father in the organized crime division.

"Addy Cat!" Bucky exclaims, throwing his arms open wide. Addison cringes backward at the nickname, not that Bucky or any of her family ever cared how much she hated it.

"Hey, Bucky," she greets, her voice strained.

Bucky did everything right. He was a cheer rockstar when they were kids, went straight to the police academy once he was old enough, and made detective at twenty-six, a record in Seabrook. Bucky was everything they wanted for their own children, things Addison could never be and things Danny would never be able to do. She's sure her parents wish he was their actual child, rather than the nephew who spent every second in their house.

"What's it been? A year? Two!? I haven't seen you in ages!" Bucky grabs her arm, pulling her inside.

"You visited me at the diner in June, actually," she mumbles.

"Huh, we'll either way, it's been forever!" He stops just inside the house, looking her up and down. "New look?"

She reaches for her hair, nervously shifting it behind her ears. "Oh, yeah, I just thought —"

"You don't have to explain," Bucky says. "I know how hard this time of year is for you."

Addison nods slowly. She knows he's referring to her birthday, which was over a month ago. Like always, the days came and went with Addison holed up in her apartment, drowning herself in alcohol while Bree sits by her side making sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Bucky wouldn't know that, of course, because outside of an unwanted 'Happy Birthday' text he never checked up on her.

"Aunt Missy is gonna flip when she sees you," Bucky whispers.

Addison has no doubt. Her mother held a strange belief that she had complete and total control over Addison's looks. No extra piercings, no tattoos, not even highlights! Addison grew up with no creative freedom for her looks, which even extended to the same boring pink or blue skirts, blouses, and the occasional pants (nothing too tight, ever). She knew her mother would flip when she saw her hair, but she completely forgot about her dress. While it was a typical upper-class Seabrook blue, it was one of her date night dresses and therefore squeezed her body in what Zed considers all the right places and what her mother considers, well…

Bucky takes her to the dining room, where her mother, Missy Wells, sits at the head of the table, halfway through her wine glass with a bottle sitting right next to it. Her dad shouts something from the kitchen, but when Addison and Bucky walk in. Missy's face twists with disgust.

"Dale, your daughter is here and looks like a prostitute."

Yeah, that.

Bucky winces, Addison rolls her eyes, and Dale Wells shouts, "Missy!"

"What? It's true." And then she picks up her glass and goes right back to drinking.

How early is too early to bail on dinner?

Dale comes rushing in from the kitchen, a whole tray of rice balanced in his arms and his stupid apron over his work clothes. "Addy! Great to see you!" He puts the tray down and turns to her, his smile faltering when he gets a good look at her. "Oh my! What did you do to your hair?"

"She'll never get a man looking like a druggie," Missy complains.

"Jesus," Bucky groans.

"Your hair looks…it looks…"

"You don't have to say anything, Dad," Addison assures him. As much as all their little comments irked her, one thing that didn't was her relationship status. She liked Zed, and knew he liked her, a whole lot. Nothing her family said or did could ever change that.

"Ah, anyway." He moves toward her, pulling her in for an awkward hug, one she's too stunned to even reciprocate.

He pulls back and smiles at her. "Great to see you, Addy Cat!"

"Um, you too, Dad."

"I made your favorite, chicken stir fry! Sit, sit!"

Family dinner goes something like this: Her dad sits in the seat to the left of Missy, Bucky takes the seat on the right, and Addison stays on Bucky's other side. Missy drinks, Dale and Bucky talk cop stuff, and Addison picks at her food. It's just like her life growing up, except her mother didn't fully lean into her alcoholism until the crushing blow of losing her re-election bid, which was followed in a few years with the death of her son. Addison stayed quiet, listening as they talked about their recent stint of criminals, some shady activities going on in Seabrook with people they're careful not to name with her around.

She doesn't listen much to it, anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop. Usually her mother constantly called her with some bullshit or another. Her dad never called. Plus, Bucky was there, definitely to act as some sort of mediator (a role Danny usually filled whenever their parents needed help corralling Addison), to whatever familial scheme they needed from her.

Did they want her to play perfect family again? Or maybe quit her job and become a civilian assistant at the police station or something similar, something they threw around often to get her closer to her family. The same family that did not like her, and constantly, consistently plotted, in her face, on how they can intervene to make her the perfect daughter, and eventually the perfect little housewife for some nice cop or councilman. They all had their own suggestions, too.

"You know, there's this young detective in Bucky's unit who's just your speed," her dad suggests. "Hard working, loyal, very diligent."

Addison spares him a sideways glance. She knows exactly who they're talking about, too. Every time they all got together, it cycled between some young, overachieving beat cop, the newest member of city council who her mother was always strangely obsessed with, and the organized crime detective, Jacey Jameson.

"You remember him, right? Stacey Jameson's older cousin?" Bucky asks. Addison nods her head. Back in high school, Stacey Jameson was one of Bucky's assistant cheer captains, who became captain once Bucky graduated. Jacey was in Bucky's year, and basically his shadow. The same, of course, went for Stacey, and Bucky's 'girlfriend,' Lacey.

"I'm not really interested," Addison mumbles.

"Still hung up on that lowlife, huh?" her mother says. "Richie."

"Ricky," Addison corrects.

Missy just grunts. "No adult should go by 'Ricky.' That's for children."

Some people might say the same about her going by 'Missy,' but that was neither here nor there. Addison didn't want to stir up drama with her mother. Of course, drama always found her.

"Danny would've been married by now to that girl — what was her name? Jackie? Jeannie?"

"Jenny," Addison supplies quietly.

"They were so in love, and I bet they'd visit us. Give me grandbabies to fill my days." Missy sighs wistfully. "Now I've just got the screwed up twin, Dale."

Addison sinks in her chair. She knows this time of the night better than anyone else at the table (except maybe her father), where her mother gets so drunk she kinda forgets Addison is even there, where she spends what feels like how ranking on Addison, how she's so screwed up, is never going anywhere in life, will never amount to anything or really matter to anyone. And how she had nobody to blame but herself.

And she's fine. Really. She's not some heartbroken, depressed, anxious, spiraling nineteen year old anymore. She doesn't need her mom's approval, or Bucky to defend her, or her dad to sit there quietly while her mother breaks her down over and over again until Addison's left feeling nothing but overwhelming emptiness.

She's fine.