Riley:
Logan had left last night, and now the next morning's sunlight was sharp and unforgiving, cutting through the blinds and falling across the kitchen table like it had something to judge. I’d barely slept, the night too loud in my head—the quiet in the house after Logan left had been almost unbearable.
By the time I padded into the kitchen, Cade was already there. He wasn’t sitting. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring at nothing. The dark circles under his eyes told me he hadn’t slept either.
We didn’t speak. The silence was thick, almost physical, pressing against my chest. I perched on a chair at the table, my fingers brushing against the smooth wood, tracing the grain like it could anchor me.
He shifted, eyes catching mine for a moment before da
