~ Ava’s POV~
The cafeteria buzzed with a lot of noise, voices bouncing off the walls, trays clattering.
I sat across from Charlotte, my fingers wrapped around a cold coffee cup, staring blankly at the swirling cream inside.
I hadn't taken a single sip.
Charlotte was yapping about some group project disaster, but I wasn't listening to her. I was busy lost against the storm in my head.
I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.
What was going on with Logan? Why did he leave like that?
The way he’d bolted from the apartment without even meeting my eyes. The haunted look when he returned, hours later.
"Okay, you're scaring me now," Charlotte said, dragging me out of my thoughts.
She leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?"
I hesitated, the words sticking in my throat.
