CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
A CHANCE
AMBER’S POV
Sometimes happiness doesn’t crash into your life with fireworks or in the form of some grand gesture. Sometimes it slips in quietly, in the silhouette of one whiskey-eyed, six-foot boy named Theodore. And suddenly, all the fear and hesitation you clung to before feels… foolish. Like you were standing on the edge of something wonderful and too afraid to leap.
Now, with the memory of last night still tingling at the edges of my thoughts, I catch myself humming under my breath as I get ready for work. It feels ridiculous but I can’t help it. My chest feels lighter, like I swallowed a little piece of sunlight. Maybe this is what being a teenager means. Not being caught in something supernatural I don’t even understand.
For a moment, I wonder why I’
