February 6th

The racing season’s almost here, and Asher trains every day. I admire his grit—the way he throws himself into the work. Watching him chase his dream makes me want to succeed even more.

College is my ticket to freedom, to real independence—and to us finally dating out in the open. For now, all we have are stolen moments and the nights we spend wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing or talking until I drift off.

Those long talks and the dance lessons do more for me than therapy ever did. So is going to Dr. White’s really worth it?

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