LOGAN'S POV
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My parents say nothing when I come back into the house, they don’t even acknowledge me as I walk into the kitchen, finding my mother silently cutting cucumbers. I grab a glass, passing her when walking to the fridge and she doesn’t even look at me.
I pour water into the glass, scoffing as I start laughing. I watch her frown as I stop next to her, “Are you really ignoring me?” I ask.
This isn’t like my mother, but it has my father written all over it, “Did dad say you were not allowed to speak to me?” I tilt my head, trying to read her face. “No, your father didn’t.” She mutters, not looking at me, “Why are we enemies with the Schultz?” I ask, hoping she’d tell me.
I have never asked before and that’s probably why they never told me.
Her gaze lifts to me, eyes wide and
