The advice my mom gave me was right. I knew it. The problem is that knowing the truth and living by it are two very different things. It’s easy to hear advice that makes sense; the hard part is doing it.
When I got home, I sat on the couch and forced myself to be honest. I still had feelings for Cade. If I wanted to be brutally honest, I was still in love with him. I hated that truth. But it didn’t mean I was going back. Loving someone doesn’t always mean you should choose them. Cade was everything that could ruin me. He lived under spotlights and thrived on attention, and I’d already learned the cost of being pulled into that world.
If I went back, I could lose Zayne. And if Cade hurt me again after that, I wouldn’t forgive myself.
Zayne was dependable in a way the world rarely is. Wit
