Bree
Leaving Gage behind was the hardest thing I had ever done. My chest still ached from it, like something vital had been torn out of me and left back at camp. But I knew I needed it. I knew I had to figure out my own demons before I could give myself to him fully.
I needed to figure out how to overcome Oliver—how I would deal with him once we started attending the same college. I needed to decide whether we were going to pursue legal action against him, and against Jenna. I needed to work out how I was going to live my life—whether I wanted everyone to know the truth, or if I was going to keep it hidden like a secret scar. And beyond all of that, I had to figure out how to love without being utterly terrified of the fallout.
When my mom picked me up at the train station, all of those
