Predictable.
Safe.
It also made me very, very good at disappearing in plain sight.
“Scout.”
Logan’s voice pulls me back.
Not sharp.
Not demanding.
Just there.
I blink, realizing I’ve gone still.
Too still.
He’s watching me from where he stands near the door, Boone already gone, the room quieter again.
“You left for a second,” he says.
Not accusing.
Observing.
“I’m here,” I reply automatically.
His eyes narrow slightly.
Not buying it.
“I know,” he says. “But you weren’t.”
That should bother me.
It doesn’t.
Because he’s not calling me out.
He’s reaching.
I shift on the bed, pulling the blanket a little tighter around me, grounding myself.
“Just thinking,” I say.
“About him?”
Partly.
But not all.
“No,” I answer softly. “About… before.”
He doesn’t push right away.
Just steps a little closer.
