Logan
“No.”
Derek stared at me from the other side of the living room.
The word had barely left my mouth before he released a tired breath and looked toward the ceiling, as though asking for patience from someone who had already stopped listening.
I stood near the windows of my penthouse with my back partly turned to him. The city stretched below us, bright and busy, while Allie’s livestream replayed silently on the television. Someone had paused the video on the exact moment she looked directly into the camera and said she would no longer accept responsibility for the choices of grown men.
The image had followed me all morning.
It appeared on sports channels, entertainment blogs, and social media pages that had once praised our relationship. Every few minutes, another clip surfaced
