537 Unfinished Business

(Lisa)

I stare at my phone, half-considering throwing it out the window.

Logan Bennett.

The text sits there, taunting me. Of course he'd have my number on record. But I still wasn't expecting him to flick me a text anytime soon.

Can I stop by? We need to talk.

I want to say no. But it has to be dealt with. I know I have to make a decision.

I'm free tomorrow.

No reply after a few minutes. Whatever. I'm easy either way, buddy.

I sigh, slumping back on my couch. Thanks for reminding me just before bedtime that my entire life is a tangled mess of secrets, unanswered questions, and morning sickness.

I think about the USB. Still untouched in the back of my cupboard. Still part of shit I don't want to deal with. I don't need to deal with whatever is on there. It won't change one thing I'm dealing with now. It can stay in the cupboard.

A sharp knock at the door pulls me out of my spiral. I drag myself up and swing it open.

And there he is.

Same damn face. Same damn eyes.

But different.

"Oh... you meant now? I'm not sure... I mean, it's a little messy in here."

was in

tailoring. His hair is neat but not styled to perfection. And his smile-it's... softer. Less cocky. "Really?"

we need to talk and this can't wait until you're ready to see

stifle a grin. I step aside so he can

counter, the throw blankets that have taken

like it," he says. "Feels... lived in. A little too lived in, maybe.

none

lips twitch.

the chair across from me. "Alright, Bennett. You

I know the other day was a lot. I didn't expect our new CEO to be someone who knew

It's unnerving him being here. I don't need him to pretend he cares. I

expected he would tell those close to him about finding me. If I had known,

Lance didn't tell any of us about you.

guess I was." He clears his throat. "But I

arch a brow.

hand over his

stiffen. "What

news about how Lance died, what he there's been serious

are pulling

suicide prevention, teen trauma support can be taken seriously when its founder..."

swallow hard. "When its founder took himself out and a high profile

Logan nods grimly. "Exactly."

just because I'm pregnant. "And what do you expect me to do

him,"

than ever could have. You understood him. People need to hear from those who were closest to him. They need to understand why he did what he did. That his work still matters. That it matters

exactly leave us with a nice, tidy explanation, Logan." The USB pops into my head. "I'm not sure that it isn't better

the work we

what? Just explain it away? Tell them he had demons? That he was a self-destructive genius who played God with his own life

me

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