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favor with this distraction. And I might need her to help continue the charade.
    Yes, maybe I should be the user for a change. I’d take what I needed from Casey. And if all went well, I’d be back on the ice in time for the playoffs.
    That had been my plan since the beginning. Keep everything on the down low, get healthy, and get back to the only life I knew.
    “And what if I don’t think anyone needs to know my business?” I asked, pushing her.
    “We already have the story, Finn,” she said, puffing out her chest. She didn’t fool me, she wasn’t confident about any of this.
    I believed – or hoped – it was because of the moral battle she was fighting inside. Knowing that this situation was hard for her made it slightly easier for me.
    I was also relieved that it was the thought of me being a drug addict that had her running for the hills. It wasn’t because of my illness – not that she knew about that yet.
    “Actually, you have shit, Casey,” I said, fighting my own internal bullshit.
    Her face turned scarlet. A beautiful thing. I loved getting her worked up, but that would have to stop. My feelings for her were over. They had to be. I was done with Casey Scott on a personal level.
    Done. With. Casey. Scott.
    It would become my new mantra. All business from here on out. Though, that meant coming clean to her – the most risky piece to the whole plan I was forming on the fly.
    To my complete and utter disappointment, Casey had proven to be unreliable, selfish, and – what hurt the most – disloyal. I didn’t know how I could trust her with this.
    Of course, when she leaked the two stories, she believed the worst in me. I knew what that was like.
    When she found the invoice for the facility that cared for my mother, she mistakenly thought I was paying for the care of my kid – that I paid off my baby mama to keep my own kid hidden. And then, the most recent development, that I was in the hospital because of a drug problem.
    These were things that she uncovered as facts. I could almost see how she justified her behavior.
    The question was, would she turn on me again once she knew the truth, or would she finally understand?
    I needed more time to think about the answers.
    “Then, by all means, fill me in,” Casey said.
    I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
    Would it make it better or worse when she found out? Once she found out the truth about my mother, she was in awe. She told me she couldn’t take care of someone like I took care of my mother. Said she couldn’t deal with it – which meant she couldn’t (or wouldn’t) deal with someone like me.
    Not that it mattered anymore.
    Stay on task, Daley.
    “Sorry to interrupt.” Dr. Hart came back into the room. Her eyes warmed when she looked at me; but she definitely gave Case the cold shoulder. “Can you give us a minute?” she said to her.
    “It’s okay, she can stay,” I said.
    It was now or never.
    “Okay then,” Dr. Hart said, her eyes narrowed on Casey. “I just wanted to give you your new regimen on paper, along with some material on the medications.”
    “Okay,” I said. “Let’s have it.”
    “The biggest change is that we’re putting lithium back in, at a lower dose. I think it will stabilize your moods a little better.”
    Dr. Hart and I discussed the new treatment – and our backup plan – and she explained what I could expect in the coming months.
    Adjusting to the medication was the most difficult part. It took weeks for it to start working properly, leaving me feeling groggy and back in the fog until my body acclimated.
    “Thanks, doc,” I said as she finished up. Then I said a private prayer that my new drug cocktail would work.
    But when I looked at Casey, her spark was out. She was pale and quiet – something I hadn’t seen before. It was obvious she understood what lithium was and her new demeanor freaked me the hell out.
    “Is that for depression?” Casey asked.
    “Partially,” I admitted. “That’s