ask you to shrink yourself to prove your loyalty,” I told the audience. “Anyone who needs to make you feel small to feel powerful is not protecting your heart; they are controlling your life.”
The audience applauded.
At the back of the auditorium, Brendan stood alone.
He looked thinner and worn down.
He waited until most people had left before approaching me.
“Chloe,” he said quietly.
“Brendan,” I replied calmly.
“You look really good,” he murmured, looking bewildered by my composure.
“I’m doing very well,” I answered directly.
“I listened
