When I opened the door to my hotel room, I went straight into my bedroom, plopped my clutch down onto the side table, and sat down on the bed. A fresh wave of tears came to my eyes as I let the tears flow, thinking of Logan. Everything was suddenly fresh in my mind again: looking into his eyes for the last time, the accident, and the horn screaming loudly, breaking the silence of the night, echoing what I was feeling, and then nothing as I passed out, after I was thrown forty feet from the car. I lay down as images of Logan in the candlelight came to mind as we had our picnic on the floor
I sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes as my heart fluttered within my chest. Did I really see Logan tonight, or am I finally losing my mind? I let out a deep breath and slipped on my robe.
