It took me another hour to screw up the courage to email Melinda. I had no idea if I had it in me to reveal that Logan had his eyes on me—that he’d appeared at the door of my room. I tried not to think too much as I started typing:

Hi M,

I’m doing really well. Please don’t worry about me. Looking forward to getting back to work!

A

There. Nothing incriminating, nothing too revealing. Just clear, confident ...