how to fix things with Brendan. I was figuring out how to remove myself from his life.
I packed clothes, important documents, and several family photos.
When I found the silver dance shoes from that championship, I stopped.
For years, looking at them had filled me with strange guilt. Now I finally understood why. Brendan had turned my proudest achievement into the excuse for my punishment.
At two in the morning, someone pounded on my door.
“Chloe, open the door right now,” Brendan called out from the hallway.
My heart
