Chapter Sixteen
I did call my mother an hour or so after that, just to let her know that Logan and I had worked things out.
“That’s wonderful, Grace,” she told me. “So should I pack up your things and bring them to you?”
Oh, that was right. Everything I’d brought with me from Flagstaff was still at my parents’ house. “Would you? I can come get them, but — ”
“It’s fine, sweetie,” she said. “I understand your not wanting to leave. I need to go into town for some things at the store anyway, so I’ll just drop your bags on the porch when I come through.”
“Thank you,” I told her, and I meant it.
I hung up, then sat there for a moment, staring at the date and time on my phone. December twenty-ninth. I was due back in Flagstaff the next day, and God, I didn’t want to go. Yes, Logan and I had
