Chapter Fifty
Logan’s POV
I find Anne by the lawn out back, sitting with her back perfectly straight and staring at something in front of her. The moment I step outside, the air feels too warm for comfort but a part of me considers the possibility that it has nothing to do with the summer, but the fact that I am going to speak to the one person who I really should be planning on looking for ways to let go of. Or keep with me. Depending on the decision I make at the end of the day.
The short grass crouches quietly under my feet as I make my way closer to her, my facial expression pristine and my eyes sharp. When her full form comes into focus, I see she is holding a piece of paper – a single sheet with blue ink on it, too familiar to be ignored. My eyes narrow in on the writing, and at t
