It didn’t really matter why anymore.

Logan had said Tessa’s death was on him and Miles—but deep down, I knew I wasn’t innocent either.

She’d treated me like her own daughter, and I’d kept her at arm’s length. I’d been too wrapped up in my own grief, too stuck in the past, mourning the loss of my parents.

Now, memories of her flooded my mind—how she’d always tried to reach me, sneaking me mini tarts when I wouldn’t eat, fussing over ...