The car pulled into the airport parking lot, and I slid my black shades onto my face before stepping out. Emma stood beside me, her expression filled with dread ever since I told her I was leaving Canada for Paris. I knew she wanted me to stay, but I couldn’t. My life had become too chaotic, and staying any longer felt like drowning in a sea of constant situations that I can't control.

As a public figure, normal life was a distant memory. The flashing cameras, reporters hounding me with ...