I spent the entire morning flight staring blankly out the scratched window, my jaw clamped so tight my teeth ached.
The weekend was supposed to be a fragile, stolen taste of freedom but he had ruined it.
I came straight from O'Hare to the arena, still wearing the wrinkled dress from yesterday. My body ached. My head throbbed with a vicious, blinding migraine. Every single muscle in my back was locked in a state of chronic tension that never truly left me anymore.
The media circus started the exact second I stepped through the staff doors.
“Logan wants to put the incident behind him.” That was the clinical, rehearsed lie I repeated to every reporter shoved into my face. “He is entirely focused on the upcoming playoffs now. The legal matters have been resolved privately.”
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