“That was terrifying,” she tells me. “But I’m happy I did it.” “Playing for everyone?” She nods and glances at me. “Thanks for encouraging me.” My throat tightens as we walk. When she sang tonight, she looked like she was on top of the world. She smiled and sang and played like that fuckface Zach never happened. Like no one had hurt her, or like she had healed from it. I want that for her. I want it so fucking badly.
