Drake looks giddy when I arrive—eyes wide, a huge grin lighting up his face like he’s been waiting just for me. He looks absolutely delectable.
I squeak in excitement, running straight into his arms. He catches me effortlessly, and I crash my lips onto his, letting the thrill of the moment rush between us. His excitement bleeds into mine, and for a heartbeat, the world feels perfect.
Everything feels right now. Now that he’s out in the open. Now that the truth is on our side. We’re finally free.
I pull back, grinning like an i***t.
“We got them.”
I say it with pride—real, solid pride. I did it. Without Drake. Without being told how. Just me, the boys, and Layla. That alone feels like the biggest win of my life.
“You’re a far cry from the tiny, broken girl who fell into his arms. Now
