Chase
Watching Missy walk toward Logan had been one of the hardest things I had ever allowed myself not to stop.
I stood across the rink with Allie beside me while my sister crossed the space between them.
Logan saw her coming and remained where he was.
That should have helped.
It did not.
Every part of me remained alert.
I watched his hands.
His expression.
The distance he kept between them.
I tried to read their mouths from across the arena, even though the noise of children, parents, and volunteers made it impossible to hear anything.
Missy smiled once.
Only briefly.
Logan smiled back.
My body became tense.
Allie touched my wrist.
“Breathe.”
“I am breathing.”
“You are preparing for battle.”
“I am standing still.”
“That is not the same thing.”
I looked toward her.
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