LOGAN BLACKSTONE
I struggled to believe that Scarlett's only request was to continue her studies. Despite my desire to trust her, my skepticism lingered.
"Why would you think I wouldn’t support your education?" I asked, locking eyes with her.
She looked away, her gaze shifting to the floor. "When you said I wouldn’t get anything from you, I assumed that included paying for college," she admitted.
I gently lifted her chin so she would look at me. "You can continue with your studies," I said earnestly. "I would never deny someone the opportunity to learn, even if I have my doubts."
Scarlett's face brightened into a wide smile, and she enveloped me in a hug. I was caught off guard and felt a flush of embarrassment, unable to return the gesture properly.
"Thank you! If you want, I can h
