Milo’s POV
I’m backstage when Remy takes a seat on my lap and shoves the copy of Us Weekly in my face.
I already know the gist of what it’s going to say, but she knows as well as I do that I’m going to open it and read it. These magazines are the only tangible proof I have that Brooke is still okay, still carrying on, still with a roof over her head—still the incredible girl that I fell in love with.
“Don’t sit on my lap, Rem,” I mutter as I tried to make out cover with her in the way.
“You’re so mean,” Remy whines, but she relocates to the spot next to me on the couch as I look at the magazine more clearly. Brooke couldn’t have made the cover, right? Trent isn’t famous enough to make the cover of a major magazine, and only like one percent of the population, if that, watches equine te
