the house he’d ordered me to abandon, assumed he owned, and planned to sell.
Then he slowly returned to his SUV.
Sienna didn’t follow.
Neither did his parents.
His brother remained in the driveway.
Logan stopped beside the vehicle and turned.
“Did you ever love me?”
I studied him for a moment.
“Yes.”
His eyes filled.
“Then why does this feel like you hate me?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t hate you.”
I glanced toward the house.
“I just stopped loving the version of myself who kept begging you
