Valerie’s POV
I sat on the cold floor of my apartment, knees pulled to my chest, trying to breathe. My phone was just next to me, the screen dim. Two missed calls and one unread message from Raton.
“I miss you. Can we spend some time together? If you don’t mind, I can come pick you up.”
I didn’t open it.
My heart was heavy, not because I didn’t care, but because I cared too much. About Raton. About Jules. About this crazy career that was exploding in my face.
Everyone thought I was on top of the world. And that included Vida who wouldn’t stop sending thousands of messages.
Valerie White, The Breakout Star of the Year.
Valerie White, The Girl Who Made Us Feel Again.
And yet, I felt nothing. Or maybe too much. The pressure of it all was wrapping around my throat like a scarf I coul
