"You appear to be ready to choke someone."
Although Logan has a strong voice, the statements are not intended to be offensive. They struck me more forcefully than they ought to have, and they are an observation. His eyes meet mine as I look up from where I sit at the kitchen island. His face doesn't show much emotion, yet his eyes narrow just a little. Not quite yet.
We signed the documents two days ago. It's been two days since everything changed. But in reality, nothing has. I feel like my bones could break under the weight of the ring on my finger. It's always there, this reminder of the agreement we made that should make everything better, but it's only made things more difficult.
I yell, "I'm fine," and push my coffee mug aside. Trying to figure out what the hell we're doing, that'
