Brandon's POV
"Are you ready?"
Chloe's voice cut gently through the door behind me. I had been staring at my reflection for so long that I barely recognized myself anymore. My hands rested on the sink, knuckles pale, jaw tight. I had been asking myself that same question for what felt like hours—long before she spoke it aloud.
Are you ready?
The honest answer sat heavy in my chest. I wasn't sure if I was. I wasn't sure if I ever would be. But she didn't need to know that.
