“I love Sutton,” she confessed, and the words felt so—so nice to say. Freeing. Validating. It made her laugh, strangely, wildly, as she carded a hand through her hair. “I do. I love her, and I want to be with her in the very real, undeniable, not-discreet relationship kind of way. But… what does my life look like without my career? Who am I without it?”
