Suitcases lined the edge of my bed like I was moving to Mars.

Maybe not literally, but it felt that way. With things between Liam and me ending on such a sour note, this tour with Mason felt like the escape I didn’t know I needed. I wasn’t just running from drama. I was sprinting, suitcase in hand.

I folded a few outfits with care, mostly comfy travel pieces, a few dresses, makeup I barely used, because Sophia’s voice haunted my conscience, and a red lipstick I hadn’t touched in ...