A slow smile tilts his lips as he takes in my outfit—striped sweater, black skirt, yellow tights, and white boots—the same thing I wore the night we met. You’re a striped sweater in a sea of black dresses, he told me once. It’s something I repeat to myself often when I’m feeling lost or unsteady. I may not always know exactly who I am or who I want to be, but Cam does.
