Chase
I saw Logan before I reached Missy.
He was walking away from the university courtyard with his hands inside the pockets of his dark coat. No cap. No sunglasses. No attempt to hide who he was or why he had come.
Students recognised him.
Several had already taken out their phones.
Missy stood near the main building with Tara, watching him leave.
From where I sat inside the car, the scene looked simple.
Logan had ignored every boundary.
He had come to Missy’s university after she blocked him.
He had cornered her into another conversation.
And now he was walking away while she remained behind with that familiar uncertainty on her face.
The same uncertainty she had carried after every meeting with him.
I opened the car door.
My security driver turned toward me.
“Chase.”
“St
