Boxing Day…
“Has he called you yet?” Vick asks.
I pace my living room, my phone pressed to my ear. I glance around my empty apartment, at the way it feels a little less without Logan in it.
“It’s been like maybe twelve hours,” I say. I’m not fooling her though. Hell, I’m not even fooling myself. I’ve counted down every single minute until this moment, waiting for Logan to get in touch with me.
Maybe today is not that day.
“As if you don’t have the exact countdown to the second, Max. I know you. Have you figured out what you’re going to do now?”
“Just ask me what you want to ask me.”
“Fine, then. Are you going to stay married or not?”
“Whether I stay married or not doesn’t change the fact that I want Logan in my life, for as long as we both decide.”
Vick laughs. “Nice. It’s good to
