Erica hadn’t said a single word to Logan since yesterday, not when we boarded, not when we sat down, not even a glance his way. She’d locked herself in her room at the back of the jet. Logan pretended not to care, but I could tell he did.

He sat beside me now, head resting on my lap, one arm lazily hanging by his side. His eyes were closed, but I knew his mind wasn’t quiet.

I brushed my fingers through his hair. “Aren’t you going to talk to your sister?” I asked ...