CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The sun dips, bleeding red and orange across the horizon as I hear the soft rap on my door. It's Logan; punctual, dependable Logan. My hand hesitates on the knob before I pull it open.
"Hey," he says, his voice a warm caress that sends tiny shivers down my spine. He stands in the doorway, his brown hair catching the last rays of sunlight, framing his face like a halo of dusk. His eyes hold mine, steady and expectant.
"Hi." The word is a whisper, an admission of the nerves knotting in my stomach. I step out, closing the door behind me, and he offers a crooked smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. I sense his tension, mirroring my own. We were raised together, Logan and I, but now there's a distance that wasn't there before. A chasm widened by choices and circumstances.
