Page 45 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Kane is willing to do whatever is needed to improve and make up for his mistakes, which is why he will be going on hiatus while he faces the consequences of his actions and works on taking back his life and sobriety. All tickets to upcoming US shows will be refunded within seven days. We ask that you respect the privacy of all parties involved during this trying time.

I click the link at the bottom of the article, and it takes me to Kane’s Instagram account—more precisely, to the statement his team posted.

I scroll to the comments section. There are already fifty-seven thousand comments despite the fact that the statement was posted less than six hours ago.

@sckmydick290: Y’all are making a big deal out of nothing. It’s not like he died. So what if he’s in a wheelchair. At least he’s loaded. He can afford help unlike many of us.

Then I spot a comment with over thirty-three thousand likes.

@sierrastrauma: Apology not accepted. Joshua better sue #canceled

Looks like the majority agrees.

The rest of the comments section mostly consists of hateful slander, gossip, and love declarations from his fans.

@wildersbitch: Is it wrong that I’m even more attracted to him now? GO OFF, DADDY.

@raynas_sk: You guys, he found Tate making out with his drummer right before it happened. No wonder he was angry.

@ixdontxcare: Are you shitting me? I waited in a queue for ten hours to get those tickets!

“Look, I know you and Kane didn’t part on the best terms, but I think this could be a great opportunity to fix your relationship.” Mom requests my attention, and I shove my phone back into my pocket. “Come on, honey. What do you say?”

Part of me wants to tell her to drop me off on some random street corner so that I can Uber home.

Except… I don’t have a home anymore.

The only home I’ve ever known is in Silver Springs.

And it belongs to someone else now.

I’m not saying I blame Mom for selling the house and the store after I graduated. She did what she had to do to protect her sanity.

The question is: what do I have to do to protect mine?

I guess I could rent out a room somewhere, but then there’s no way I’d be able to pile up enough money to cover next semester’s expenses.

And even if I did get a full-time job, rent and utility bills would take up most of my paychecks, and I’d just end up right back where I started.

“It’s okay,” I lie.

Her features twitch with worry. “Are you sure? Because if you’re not comfortable with this, we can figure something out. I think there’s a place I could rent near my condo. It’s a bit pricey, but we can—”

I muster a fake smile. “It’s fine, Mom, really. It’ll be great to see Evie again.”

She smiles back, but she doesn’t seem convinced in the slightest. Unspoken words descend over us, memories of the day Kane left sucking the air out of the vehicle.

Mom knows how much it hurt me.

How much he hurt me.

It would’ve been impossible for her not to notice how depressed I was after he skipped town. She’d ask me about it, and I’d slap on a smile, promising that everything was fine.

She never pushed me for answers, but I think she’s always known.

She knows I loved him once.

And she knows I hate him now.