She Stole My Seat on My Private Jet. She Forgot I Owned the Sky.

the only one who believes I’m not a failure.”

I believed him then.

That was my first mistake.

Sienna ran one fingertip along the edge of my blanket.

“Claire,” she said softly, as if my name tasted cheap.

That was the first time she had ever spoken directly to me.

She had spent months existing in reflections.

A lipstick stain on a shirt collar.

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