Missy
The table went completely silent.
My phone was already facedown, but it was too late.
Chase had seen the name.
Allie had seen his expression change.
My parents had seen the message preview.
Logan.
Did you get there safely?
For one second, I thought about lying.
Saying it was another Logan.
A classmate.
A client.
Someone connected to the bakery.
The excuse would not survive one question.
Chase stared at me from across the table.
“Why is Logan Carter messaging you?”
His voice was quiet.
That made it worse.
I kept one hand over the phone.
“We should discuss this privately.”
“No.”
The answer came immediately.
Dad placed his fork down.
“Chase.”
He ignored him.
“Why is he asking whether you arrived safely?”
I looked toward Allie.
She sat beside Chase, her body su
