Suddenly, a wave of tension swept through me, and my chest felt heavy.

I kept walking, refusing to stop or respond to Logan’s question. A part of me wanted to snap back, to tell him he’d find out if he ever did die, but I held my tongue. He was someone I once loved, and I decided to keep a shred of decency.

Three minutes later, I emerged from the restroom, only to find that Logan was gone. I wasn’t sure if he had returned to the private room or left altogether.

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