Fiona’s POV

London did not know me, and that was the most beautiful thing about my trip. My parents never stopped calling every single time to make me feel loved.

No one stared at me with whispers in their eyes. No one recognized my face. No one knew the girl behind the scandal. Here, I was just another quiet girl walking past strangers on busy streets with coffee cups and headphones on beneath my hoodie cap.

It felt strange at first.

But slowly… It felt satisfying.

I started therapy two ...