The Savior He Threw Away

Summary

Back in high school, when Declan’s voice hadn’t yet dropped, the boys cornered him in the locker room. They shoved him against the tiles, mimicking his high pitch, calling him "Princess."

I was the one who stormed into the boys’ locker room, screaming at them until they backed off, too stunned to even look up.

He hid behind me, his eyes red. “Sloane,” he whispered, “you are the only light I have.”

Years later, he became the youngest VP at our firm. His suits were impeccably tailored, and his voice—deliberately trained over the years—was a smooth, commanding baritone.