‘Don’t have a best friend that’s a girl’-this was the tips from my older cousin. I didn’t consider it. Because he implemented with, ‘friends don’t f**k close friends. And you’ll wish to f**k her.’It was awful assistance. My cousin should’ve told me that being close friends with Baylee Wright-since she was twelve-would become the best and most severe decision of my entire life. He must have told me to protect her from that which was arriving. He should have told me that when a darkness crawled towards us, there’d end up being no safety net.Right now I’ve signed back again on to the same Vegas acrobatic display as Baylee, working together for the very first time in years. And she informs me that she’s having difficulty in a particular ‘region’ of her life-because of our past. ‘You might help me correct it,’ she says. And then she hands me a list.