Lifestyle: In Practice

It started in the quiet — a song, a memory, a flash of what I thought was love. Mr. 32 came when I was raw and still bleeding from the past. He had charm, money, and a girlfriend. I had trauma, softness, and a need to be saved. What unfolded between us left me with more than heartbreak. It left me with Amelia — a name, a memory, a maybe. In the aftermath, I didn’t just heal. I transformed. This is an apology to the girl I was, the girl who carried grief and grace at once, the