Harlow blinked. Her vision was blurry. Probably allergies.
"But—"
"You're the one who makes people feel safe," Isaiah continued. "You're the one who remembers everyone's names and everyone's coffee orders and everyone's favorite things. You're the one who stays up until three in the morning making waffles because you want breakfast to be perfect. You're the one who sewed a heart for me and gave it away like it was nothing, like you didn't spend hours making something beautiful just so I'd have something to hold onto."
His thumb brushed across her cheek. Harlow realized she was crying after all. So much for sunshine.
"I see you," Isaiah said. "Not the brand. Not the Instagram. Not the performance. I see Harlow, who loves her sisters so much she forgot to love herself. Who carries the whole family's emotions because nobody asked her to stop. Who smiles until her face hurts because she thinks that's the only way anyone will stay."
Harlow's chest cracked open.
