Page 231 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

The time he bought me art supplies, I went off on him and accused him of treating me like a charity case.

I also didn’t want him to give me a shout-out on social media because I wanted to make it on my own and not have to wonder if I owed it all to him.

And then he did this. To show me I could and would succeed on my own merits.

I must go over the email a dozen times, unable to fully grasp that my work is going to be shared with Anaya’s ten million followers tomorrow.

Not only that, but I’m also going to get paid for this. All because Kane saw my potential when I couldn’t.

Emotions overpower me, and I plop down onto the exercise bench nearby, my thoughts racing at a thousand miles per hour.

I dropped out of school to chase my dream.

And it turns out…

I just might be able to catch it.

* * *

I decide to take a quick shower before dinner, telling Mom that I’ll be out in time to watch Dancing with the Stars with her.

It was our thing for the longest time after Gray passed. We’d order takeout and watch it on the couch together. Everything may be different now, but my mom is the one constant in my life. In a way, grieving Gray has brought us closer than I ever thought possible.

I’ve just finished washing my hair when I hear my phone chime with a text on the bathroom vanity.

I don’t think much of it at first, continuing to rinse the conditioner out of my hair.

Until it goes off again.

And again.

And again.

Someone’s blowing up my phone

Must be important.

I quickly rinse my hair, grab a clean towel, and wrap it around me. I see that I have messages from Jamie, Drea, and Maggie when I check my screen.

Jamie

DID YOU SEE IT?

Jamie

Everybody’s freaking the fuck out.

What the hell is she talking about?

Drea

I can’t believe this is happening.

Drea

If I’d known he was going to say that, I would’ve given you a heads-up. He went completely off script.

Drea

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