Raelynn drove home in a daze, unsure of how she felt but she knew something sparked within her.
The music on the radio sounded thin, distant, more like a hollow echo of the raw, authentic sound she and Brad had unearthed in the studio.
Her mind kept replaying their conversation, his words a haunting melody: “You use heartbreak like a tool.” “Pain is a teacher.” “You’re impressive, Raelynn.”
It wasn’t just the way he said it that got her feelings up, it was how he said. As though he had looked into her soul and seen the peak of sheer struggle from breaking up with justin.
His words were like a drug, a potent concoction of validation and danger.
She had spent so long feeling small, invisible, and unimportant. Justin had made her feel like a problem to be solved, her mother’s fame had ca
