Chapter Four
The girls pounced onto the bed at 6:30 a.m., and Logan pried his eyes open, feeling a sudden jolt in that split second of not knowing where he was. He felt a weight on him, and he seized and gasped before realizing it was Julia’s head on his chest, her arm tossed across him and leg twisted with his. He breathed a sigh of relief, thankful she was still sound asleep.
His nightmares were nothing like they once were. It had been months since he’d drowned in one of those cold sweats, pulled into a memory of another time when he’d been under attack. The flashbacks always left him confused and reaching for anything to end his torment. For this morning, and for every morning when he woke with just a jolt and a moment of confusion before clarity sank in, he was grateful. He never wan
