Chapter 3Amber
The moment she steps on stage, I am transfixed. She looks as I remember her: confident and comfortable, like someone who knows who she is and isn’t afraid to show it.
She’s wearing a deep green, tight-fitting knit sweater that contrasts beautifully with her umber skin. Its subtle sparkles shift with every movement. Dark skinny jeans hug her legs tightly, paired with simple black ankle boots that are perfect for walking around the city. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, with a few braids tucked in for a touch of flair.
This is how I remember her: the girl who isn’t ashamed to be herself. In a way that’s all too familiar, my breath catches in my throat, and a tightness grips my chest when I see her.
Nothing has changed on that front: back in Flagstaff, I seemed to hav
