Kenzie Love Pov May 2026

I grab my phone, shove it into my back pocket, and open the bathroom door. The hallway smells like cheap vanilla candles and expensive regret. I walk toward the stairs, toward the noise, toward E. I don’t know what I’m going to say. I don’t know if I’ll say anything at all.

But inside my chest, right now, it doesn’t feel like a safe harbor. It feels like a shipwreck. kenzie love pov

My thumb hovers. My heart hammers. I can hear my own pulse, loud and uneven. I grab my phone, shove it into my