He closes down and the dullness returns to his beautiful whiskey eyes. “Nothing’s weird.”
I take a deep breath and the words just pop out. “I’m happy for you Logan.”
I open the passenger door and step out.
“Macey!”
I slam the door shut.
“Macey, wait!” Logan rolls down the window and calls after me as I walk away.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
I know where I need to go, and I don’t stop walking until I reach her door.
I knock boldly and then tap my right foot over and over until Dr. Liza Spellman opens the door and peeks out at me.
“Dr. Spellman?” I say. “We met before, through my mother? I’m Macey Henwood. It’s an emergency.”
She invites me inside. Without her asking, I lie my ass down on the lavender couch.
“What’s your pale face about, Macey?”
I lean my head back against the white lace pillows and look up at Liza’s spectacled face looking over at me from her chair.
“I just came from Logan and Gigi’s engagement party. It was harder than I thought it would be.”
“Harder how?”
“She’s his life now. And I’m…not.”
I hear her shuffling those cards again, and I look over my shoulder. Seven cards lie face up, and Liza purses her lips.
“Your heart is breaking.” She stares at the cards. “And the deeper you wade into that wedding, the worse it hurts.”
“Logan’s wedding?”
Liza nods.
I twist my purse strap in my hands. “He makes me so mad sometimes. And he got super pissed off at me because I let his fiancée give him a quilt that I knitted especially for him. It’s a quilt that has a special meaning for both of us sewn into it. I’m worried he might think I’m trying to sabotage his relationship.”
“He’s not right, though, is he?” Liza’s melodic voice cuts through my guilt. “You didn’t want to sabotage exactly. But youdon’twant to look at them together.”
“So what?” I say. “So what if I don’t think they’re a good match?”
“His wedding is bringing up past pain, I see.” Liza taps one of the cards. “Some old hurts you need to look at and then let go.”
“I read a piece of my childhood diary to him last night.”
She nods. “You two are going to do more reading sessions. Not right away, but within the month. You’ll both resist it, but he has to hear your side of things.”
“Well, forget it.” I frown. “I’m never reading Logan Wild another one of my entries again.”
Liza closes her eyes and is quiet for a moment. “No, you must read what was in your heart. And Logan must be there as your witness. The angels are telling me you won’t be able to move forward until you do. And neither will he.”
“Why does Logan have to bear witness?” I say.
“Because he bore witness to your life, and to your childhood. He, more than anyone, knows you and why you made the choices you have. Let him in, so you can let him go. You can give that gift to each other, my dear.”
