Allie
The morning light filtered through Mia’s curtains as I scrolled through t****k, coffee growing cold beside me. I’d told myself I wouldn’t look. That I’d take a break from the internet’s endless noise after the café meeting with Chase. But the algorithm had other plans. Video after video popped up, women coming forward with their stories about Logan.
One girl, a pretty brunette with nervous eyes, stared into her camera. “I didn’t want to say anything at first, but after seeing what happened to Allie… Logan DMed me last season after a game in Chicago. Paid for my drinks all night, acted like we were just talking. Then he invited me back to his hotel. Said his girlfriend didn’t understand his stress.”
Another video. A blonde in a club dress. “He told me he was single. Bought me a nec
