Chapter 214: Anticipating Logan's Retaliation
SEDONA
I thought about him in his office. The corner one, forty-second floor, the view of the Chicago skyline I had looked at from the doorway a hundred times and never entered because it was Logan's space in the way that most of the apartment had been Logan's space and I had moved through it carefully, maintaining it, making it function, occupying it without claiming any of it.
I thought about him looking at my photograph.
Not the woman he'd left on read while she sat in a hospital waiting room. Not the woman who had labeled his suits and made lavender cream and labeled herself, over three years, in increasingly smaller letters. The photograph was of someone on a court, mid-motion, belonging to a sport that had existed before him and was c
