He stops and turns slightly. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
Before he can push further, I slip down the hallway to the boys’ room.
The nightlight casts a soft glow across their faces.
I brush a kiss against each forehead.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, though I’m not entirely sure who I’m apologizing to anymore.
When I step back into the hallway, Logan is still there.
Waiting.
Logan
“What did you mean?” I ask, crossing my arms.
She exhales sharply. “Logan, I’m not in the mood right now. And aren’t we not supposed to talk?”
She walks past me toward our bedroom.
I follow her in and close the door behind us.
“I want to know what you meant,” I say, more forcefully this time.
She takes a deep breath, her hand pausing on one of the hundred decorative pillows covering our bed.
“Well, I want to know a lot of things,” she snaps, throwing the pillow onto the vanity chair. “But you don’t see me asking.”
“I’m still working on it,” I say, not even pretending I don’t know what she means.
“Well, so is Simone,” she shoots back.
I frown. “What?”
“Simone hasn’t forgiven me,” she clarifies. “For lying.”
“You lied tome,” I say, confused by where this is going.
“Tell her that,” Jess mutters.
And that’s when I see it.
She’s trying really hard to act like it doesn’t bother her. But I know Jess. Simone is like a sister to her. And this? This hurts.
“I’ll talk to her,” I say immediately.
“Don’t,” she says quickly. “It’s between her and me. I don’t need you fighting my battles. Especially not about this.”
Her voice is firm, but there’s something fragile underneath it.
For a second, I don’t know what to say.
Because this is different.
This isn’t about us. This is about her losing someone she loves.
