Missy
I told Tara everything except how badly I wanted Logan’s explanation to change what I already knew.
She stood in the middle of her apartment with her arms folded while I pulled on my coat.
“You are meeting him again.”
“Yes.”
“After he admitted using you.”
“He admitted wanting information.”
“That is using you.”
“I know.”
“After lying about his name.”
“I know.”
“After your brother discovered the entire thing at dinner.”
“I was there, Tara.”
“Then why are you acting as though I need to remind you?”
Because part of me still remembered Luke.
The easy conversations.
The bakery advice.
The way he had looked at my notebook as though my plans mattered.
I did not say that.
Instead, I checked my phone.
The park Logan had chosen was thirty minutes away. Public. Open. Busy eno
