ALLISON
It had been weeks since I ran away from Logan’s house, and surprisingly, he left me completely alone. No calls, no showing up at my door. Still, I couldn't relax. Every time a car drove past, my stomach tightened, assuming it was him, only to look out the window and feel a wave of foolish relief.
Laura kept telling me to take a deep breath and calm down, but I couldn't. I hadn't been going to work either. I just sat at home in baggy clothes, looking like a mess, staring at the TV while trying to process the heavy, numb reality that my father was truly gone.
Then Vera called. Her voice was laced with urgency as she told me there was an emergency at work and that Logan had suddenly collapsed. A wave of instant panic washed over me. As much as I resented him, my chest squeezed with
