Logan’s POV

At first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me.

From across the room, under the dim gold lights, I saw her, the girl standing beside Chris. The same long chestnut hair, the small scar above her brow she got when she fell off her bike years ago. For a moment, my mind froze.

No. It can’t be.

Maybe it was someone who just looked like her. Someone with the same eyes, the same smile. But when I blinked again, the truth hit me like a punch.

Chris leaned toward her and kissed her ...