Authors: Komal Kant
“Neither are you,” he responded with a wink. “I have a feeling there’s a whole side of you that you don’t even know about.”
The funny thing was, he was right. There was a part of me that I was waiting to explore. It was the part of me that could maybe learn to cope with the death of my boyfriend. The old, fragile Hadie couldn’t handle it, but maybe I didn’t need to be her anymore. Maybe I had to be what I needed to be.
Maybe Three was exactly what I needed to help me get there.