Chapter Twenty Three
Venessa’s pov
The next few days at the community outreach center became increasingly dangerous and terrifying for my conflicted heart.
Logan was absolutely everywhere I turned.
He had completely adjusted his weekly volunteer schedule at the front desk so that he was working at the center almost every single afternoon. At the very beginning of the week, his sudden presence seemed totally innocent, helpful, and normal he was always polite, always ready to work, and always professional with the rest of the staff. But as the days rolled on, I quickly began to realize that he was being incredibly intentional and deliberate with every single move he made around me.
On Monday afternoon, I walked into the bright art room to look for some extra paper supplies, and I found
