“Do you even trust me anymore?” Logan’s voice cut through the quiet, low but charged with tension.
I froze mid-step, my hand gripping the edge of the kitchen counter as I stared at the cup of tea I’d been trying to make. My chest tightened at the rawness of his question.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
The silence that followed was deafening. I didn’t have to turn around to feel the weight of his gaze on me. It had been like this for days—unspoken words hanging between us like a storm waiting to break.
“Eli,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to move forward if you don’t believe in me.”
I spun around, my emotions bubbling to the surface. “It’s not about believing in you, Logan! It’s about everything that’s hap
