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I couldn’t stop thinking about the question all day. It lingered in the back of my mind, unanswered, gnawing at me. By the time Logan came to pick me up that afternoon, I still didn’t know what I wanted to do.

And yet, I followed him anyway. Habit was a terrifying thing. Ten years was all it took to tether me to this routine–him, the Mercer Estate, and the unspoken understanding that I would always be there.

“Why are you so quiet?” he asked, glancing at me as he drove. He must have noticed my mood.

I hesitated, my fingers fidgeting with the strap of my bag. Finally, I worked up the courage to say, “Logan, maybe we should-”

Before I could finish, his phone rang.

The car display lit up with an unlisted number. I saw his grip tighten on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening.

It wasn’t like him to look nervous.

I turned to study his face, but his expression was unreadable. Without a word, he tapped the screen, switching the call to Bluetooth. “Hello…. Yeah, I’m on my way.”

The call was brief, but his voice was clipped, his tone unnaturally tense.

When it ended, he glanced at me, his jaw tight. “Elaine, something urgent came up. I can’t take you home.”

I knew what he was going to say before he said it. It wasn’t the first time. Still, foolishly, I’d hoped he’d at least take me back before running off.

My chest ached, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “Is something wrong?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze shifted to the road ahead as he pulled into a temporary parking spot. “Get off here and grab a taxi,” he said, his tone brisk.

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for some kind of explanation, but he offered none. He didn’t

I say to that? Begging for answers would

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you get home,” he added, already reaching

clutching my backpack as I climbed out of

on the sidewalk,

From the call to his unwillingness to explain, I could feel it- something wasn’t right. But I didn’t ask. I

way home,” he called out the

off.

a long time, staring at the empty stretch of road where his car

buzzed in my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was

you? Want to grab

was a gynecologist, sharp–tongued and brilliant. She never minced words, which was exactly what I needed

I said without

check with Logan first? Did the sun rise in the

dry laugh, but her words hit a little too close to home. For years, I’d lived as if my entire life revolved around Logan. Every

are you right now?” I asked, changing

rattled off an address, and I hailed a taxi to meet her.

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me, Nora’s sharp eyes narrowed, “What happened? Did you and

I could confide

darkened. “Men are the worst,” she muttered, stirring her drink with unnecessary force. “He thinks you’re boring? Insipid? As if he’s some kind

burn. I shook my

he spent ten years with you and hasn’t even tried, it’s not respect,

because they

been moments–like the time I’d gotten drunk and kissed him. But instead of kissing me back, he’d gently pulled away and sent me to bed. At

I realized it was because he didn’t want me.

if a man loved

desire her.