I knew in that moment that I could do hard things. After all, I loved Reed Madsen. I loved him with every ventricle and chamber of my broken-down, barely beating heart. And now I was walking away. From all of them. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done. My years of abuse and torment paled in comparison to this feeling. This heart-crushing feeling of voluntarily leaving behind something so pure. These people were my family. They were my heart.
