I stared at Logan’s face—so familiar, so deeply tied to my past. How was I supposed to pretend he was a stranger?

But he needed to let go of the idea. Forcing a faint smile, I said, “I already do.”

His hand trembled against mine for a moment before I pulled away, stood up, and walked out.

Later, I skimmed through the file he’d sent me. It lined up with everything Karl had told me the day before, but with even more details about ...