She left. I wake up expecting to see her still here in my bed, but I remember that she left sometime in the middle of the night. What in the hell do I do with that? If I’m honest, I have no idea what I would have done if she was here when I woke up. But somehow knowing she was freaked out enough to leave makes me feel more alone.

I’m afraid to leave my bedroom. I lie in my bed for hours longer than I want, hoping I’ll hear Logan leave the condo so I can grab ...