STILL BAD
TAYLOR
Logan’s hand tightened over my leg. “You want me to come in with you?” he asked, right next to my ear.
Oh God. The idea of someone else taking care of my business was so welcome. I wanted to say yes. I’d done so much in the last nine months: arranging all the funeral plans, picking out the casket, burying my mother, being the hostess when people brought food to the house, transferring to Cain U, registering for classes, getting my books, going to school, and even today, looking for a job. It was just life, but it was exhausting. I wanted someone to help me, but it couldn’t be Logan.
I shook my head, feeling weak but determined. “No. I messed up.”
Jason would’ve had a conniption if I sent someone in my place, particularly Logan. I owed him an explanation. He was my bes
