I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. That memory was seared into my mind.

"You said you didn't care about my life or what I was doing. You even said – without a shred of compassion - that it wouldn't matter to you if I died."

A heavy silence filled the car. Logan's throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"Sophie," he began, his voice rough, but I didn't let him finish.

"After that morning, I stopped saying anything. You made it crystal ...