Logan hung up the phone, feeling a mixture of frustration and guilt wash over him. The serene mood he had been in earlier had all but evaporated, replaced by a heaviness that settled in his chest. He rubbed a hand over his face, his fingers lingering over his temples as if trying to massage away the tension that had taken root there. The call with Charlotte had been draining, her hurt and anger a palpable force that had left him feeling hollow.
Nacho, who had been quietly driving, glanced at Logan through the rearview mirror. He noticed the change in Logan’s demeanor, the once happy and content expression now replaced by a troubled, weary look. Nacho had known Logan long enough to understand that something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the usual business stress.
“Everything alright back
