~~Sadie's POV~~
After Logan walks away, my aunt turns to me with a nervous expression. “So what did Logan tell you, exactly?”
As soon as she asks me, I realize I'm absolutely exhausted. All the stress of the day hits me all at once and I just want to sit down. “Can we go inside?”
“Of course.” She looks embarrassed that she didn't suggest it first. “Come on, I'll get you some milk and cookies.”
That almost makes me smile. Are milk and cookies supposed to make me feel better? Maybe that worked when I was 5 and skinned my knee, but I've got bigger problems now.
Still, I follow her into the kitchen and sit down at the table. She busies herself making up a plate of cookies and pouring the milk before coming and sitting down across from me.
“I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself, Sadie,”
