Logan
The notification pinged while I was in the middle of a recovery session, foam rolling my hamstrings on the living room floor. I grabbed my phone, expecting another supportive message from the boys or a brand deal follow-up. What I got instead hit like a cheap shot to the ribs.
Photos. Clear, high-res shots of Allie and Chase Ryder sitting at a corner table in some quiet café. Her smiling. Actually smiling, that soft, genuine one she used to save for me. Chase leaning in, gray eyes locked on her like she was the only person in the damn room. One picture caught her laughing, head tilted slightly, hair falling over her shoulder the way I used to tuck it back. Another showed them walking out, him standing close but not touching. Respectful. Calculated.
My blood turned to fire.
I scro
