Logan just stood there, staring at me with those eyes that used to read me bedtime stories, and asked softly, "Mag, how have you been lately?"
My hands clenched into fists at my sides.
I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste blood, then finally turned to face him fully. "What do you want to say?"
"I…" His voice got even softer, like that would somehow make this easier. "Ely, do you have to speak to your father like this?"
' Your father.'
Like he had any right to that title.
"And how exactly should I speak to you?" My voice came out cold. Dead.
"Your father knows he's made mistakes in the past, but Elodie you have to understand, I've always had you in my heart. Always."
I laughed. Actually laughed. It sounded harsh and broken even to my own ears.
"Oh, you've always had me in your
