Logan texted me an hour later. Let me know when you are done.
Assuming this meant he was ready to not be alone anymore, I felt a sense of relief. Even though I understood it, I hated the distance he’d placed between us since leaving the mental hospital.
I stayed with my friends for only a little while longer, before texting Logan back, asking him to come get me.
When he told me he was outside, I hugged my friends goodbye, then went outside. Seeing Logan’s car, I hopped inside.
I only saw his profile, with the backdrop of the deep shadows of night. Even so, he looked much less lost than he had when I left him. For that, I was infinitely grateful.
“Where did you go?” I asked him, as we drove back to our temporary apartment.
“Just for a drive,” Logan said. “I needed to clear my head. T
