I left Logan’s office and made a beeline for the bathroom. Or as it had become more recently, the place where I go to cry.
I went into the first stall and let the flood gates open. I had expected the conversation with Logan to be hard, but I had not expected myself to have this reaction.
I had told Logan the story of what I had desperately wished would happen with Chance after he proposed with Natalie. I had played that scenario in my mind every night before bed for at least a month. I was glad now that it hadn’t worked out with that scumbag, but telling that story made me face the fact that I was longing for a relationship like that. I wanted to be married, to be planning a life together with someone I was mutually madly in love with.
Instead, I was still
