house we’d shared for almost twenty years.
I didn’t cry, call, or beg.
I turned my phone facedown and made a decision Logan would regret forever.
He thought I had nothing left.
He was mistaken.
PART 1 — THE MESSAGE AT 2:13 A.M.
The message arrived precisely at 2:13 a.m.
I remembered because I was already awake.
The ceiling fan spun slowly as our old house creaked in the darkness. Every familiar sound felt different, almost ominous.
When my phone lit up, part of me foolishly hoped
