I crumpled, hugging my knees to my chest, turning off my phone, and tossing it onto my bed. I sat there, mind whirling with the aftermath. What the hell did I think I was doing? I knew how I felt. I could admit it to myself, even if I couldn’t to anyone else. And what about my career? I should be creating music, devoting myself to art—what did it matter if I made it big or not?

There was a soft knock on my bedroom door.

“Hey, Hester?” It was Cass, ...