Willow pulls me into a hug. “Don’t let your fear of the past stop you from the future you want.” “It’s not like I want to be afraid.” “No one does.” “But I keep thinking… What if I suck?” Willow releases me with a scoff. “Like you could ever write a bad song.” I shoot her a look. She huffs. “We’re not counting high school here.” “Cole could hate whatever I write.” Willow’s smile is small but sure. “Well, you’ll never know unless you try.”
