From Nashville's Shadow to Austin's Spotlight

“For seven years, I was Jackson Pierce' s shadow, his silent partner, his rock, burying my own guitar dreams to manage his fragile genius. Every industry event, every networking attempt, it was all for Jax, because his anxiety kept him prisoner in our quiet Nashville home. But one night, a casual check of our home security shattered my entire world. There, in our living room, was his "life coach," not on a video call, but in person, passionately kissing my husband. He was alive, animated, strumming my mother' s vintage Martin guitar, the one he' d always called "junk." The raw, aching melody filled the air, a song about his new muse, a passion he' d never shared with me. When I confronted him, he gaslighted me, accusing me of spying, claiming I stressed him out, that she understood his true creative soul. Then came the ultimate insult: he announced his therapist would be moving into my guest room, into my house, for "intensive therapeutic support." How could he be so brazen, so cold, so utterly devoid of shame, especially in a house bought with my grandmother' s money? Had all my sacrifice, all those years poured into him, just fueled a bottomless pit of his selfishness? "No," I told him, my voice finally steady, "she will not be staying here." "And I' m done." Sarah-Lynn Walker was finally walking away, not from him, but towards herself, ready to reclaim her own lost melody.”