I just stood there, staring at that one word: [Okay.]

Brain couldn't even process it. Just kept reading my messages over and over.

"What's wrong with him?!" Logan snapped, trying Ashton's number again. Straight to voicemail.

My eyes got blurry looking at the screen. Without a word, I walked to the window, staring into the dark.

Heard footsteps behind me but cut them off. "Just... give me a minute, okay?"

Logan and Miles got it. ...