Logan didn’t utter a word on the drive home. He just clenched his fist around the steering wheel until it turned white. Once we got home, he pretended like the conversation never happened.

We made dinner together because I was craving pasta and he sat with me while we watched a movie. Well, I watched the movie while a million thoughts ran through his head.

That night, I had another nightmare. It put Logan on edge more than he already was. I couldn’t go back to ...