As we walked away together, I heard Vivien’s voice rise in barely controlled panic behind us. “Brandon, do you have any idea who Theodore Blackwood is? Do you understand what this means for my father’s business?”
But I didn’t look back. For the first time in three years—maybe for the first time in my entire life—I was walking toward something instead of away from it. Toward possibility instead of obligation. Toward someone who saw me as valuable rather than someone who saw me as a burden.
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