Her Truth, Unsung

ft store dress. We ate pizza on museum steps, dreaming of a future whe

ager savings for his mother's emergency surgery, and enduring ugly rumors and public s

zed music video, publicly branded a "desperate sellout," and then mercilessly blacklisted by the same industry that elevated him. When I was sick and

iam Thorne, the boy who once held my hand and vowed "forever," so casually dismiss me as "unstable" while building his empi

ated betrayal-have fallen into the hands of a fearless podcaster. The world is about to hear my