CHAPTER TWELVE
LOGAN
The weekend with Skylar was perfect. The daughter-daddy dance went off without a hitch and I loved watching her dance in the recital. Maggie and I sat close but our words were limited. My parents drove out to see Skylar dance too. For once, we almost seemed like a family.
Maggie thanked me before I left. It was a simple gesture, one that I appreciated. I truly believe she’s considering moving closer now, just by side comments she made to my parents, which is a relief.
Once I’m home, I let Herman out, kick off my shoes and finish watching the Yankees game. My phone rings and I see Kayla’s name flash across the screen. I smile and answer it, but my heart drops when I hear her voice, broken and ragged.
“Logan…I called the police, but I’m scared.”
I don’t hesitate to
