Chapter Twenty Nine
The very next day at work was completely, utterly unbearable to get through.
I walked into the brick building of the community outreach center with my head held high, trying my absolute best to look confident and calm, but the inside of my stomach was tied up in tight, painful knots. I had stayed awake for hours during the night, tossing and turning in my bed, and I had firmly made up my mind: I was going to ignore Logan completely from now on. I was going to cut him off entirely. There would be absolutely no conversations between us beyond what was a strict, absolute necessity for our daily jobs. There would be no eye contact across the rooms. There would be nothing at all that he could ever twist or misinterpret into romantic encouragement again.
My strict plan las
