“Charlotte,” hearing my name pulled me out of the troughs of my dream.

I blinked repeatedly to get used to the light and saw Logan looking at me with concern all over his features. I pushed past him into the bathroom and bent over the toilet bowl to heave out yesterday’s dinner.

Logan immediately gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand while the other rubbed my back in a comforting manner as he muttered words of encouragement in my ears. When ...