LOGAN
I told myself it was time to move on.
Lying in bed last night, staring at the ceiling, I decided that the best way to erase someone was to overwrite them.
Update the memories. Make them mean something else.
So, here I was.
Bringing Isabella to the same secluded field where I once thought forever was possible. Only this time, I wasn’t here to chase ghosts, I was here to bury them.
The moment I parked the car and stepped out, the familiar scent of damp earth and wildflowers hit me.
The soft rustling of leaves in the distance mixed with the distant chirping of crickets, setting the scene exactly as I remembered it.
The wind carried the scent of pine and fresh grass, cool against my skin, as I shoved my hands into my pockets and turned to watch Isabella’s reaction.
She didn’t
