PART 2:
That very night I returned to my apartment in Pasadena, locked the deadbolt, and pulled a large suitcase from the closet.
For the first time in three years, I wasn’t obsessing over how to fix things with Brendan. I was only focusing on how to completely erase myself from his life.
I packed my clothes, important documents, and a few family photographs.
When my hands touched the silver dance shoes I wore during that fateful championship, I stared at them in silence.
For years I had felt an odd sense of guilt whenever I looked at them, but now I finally understood why
