Scarlett

The man who had been my top supporter for almost a year, the one who had paid for private sessions, the one who had watched me perform while I had no idea who was behind the screen… was the same person I had just confessed my secret to. The same person I had fallen in love with. The same person who had just told me he loved me back.

My legs felt weak. I sank down onto the edge of his bed, still staring at the laptop like it might disappear if I blinked.

All those generous tips. All those late-night messages. The way Vee had always been patient...