Rockstar: A good year, if I remember correctly.It’d been a great year, but I couldn’t bring myself to send that. When I didn’t respond, another message came through.
Rockstar: I wish you were here.
Rockstar: When are you going to let me see you again?When the thought didn’t fill me with panic. When I felt like I could meet him and have full control of my emotions, unlike when I was a traumatized teen full of angst.
He’d been asking to meet me since he saw me on that Instagram live video.
See, I’d always been aware of him, even when he lost track of me.
Raelynn and Vera knew I loved his band—they just didn’t know I used to love him.
They didn’t know he used to be my stepbrother.