EMBER’S POV
My heart twists in my chest.
Because of my mother, I always viewed my capacity to love, to forgive, and to unlearn as my absolute greatest flaw.
I hated being the kindest person in the room, because it usually meant being the first one taken advantage of.
But why should I bear the burden of other people’s cruelty? Why should I crush the one thing most of the world has entirely lost?
If there is one thing I know for certain now, it is that some people are worth the extra mile. They are worth the second chance, the kindness, and the forgiveness. It isn’t naivety anymore.
My heart finally knows the difference between shrinking down just to please others, and standing firm in my truest, kindest self.
“I don’t know what happened between you and Knox in Zürich,” I say. “H
