Zoe's POV
Leaving the hotel felt like one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life.
Not because I was scared of the world finding out who I really was.
Not because sneaking out was difficult.
Ironically, that part was easy.
A black baseball cap. Dark shades and my head down.
That was all it took and I'd be good.
For once, hiding wasn't the problem.
There was no reason for me to remain there anymore. I wasn't Chloe. And someone seeing me would only complicate things.
Chloe was already where she belonged.
On that stage.
Under those lights.
Living the life that had always been hers.
I could have stayed.
Could have waited somewhere nearby and asked Garrett for updates. Could have found out whether all the madness, all the fear and pain and sacrifice had actually meant something. Maybe Chloe would win. Maybe all those endless rehearsals and sleepless nights hadn't been for nothing.
But honestly?
None of that even mattered anymore.
