Eve’s pov
I never knew Logan’s disappearance would affect me so much. Maybe it was the guilt I was feeling, or something else I wasn’t sure.
I made dinner for the seventh time in the week. I’ve been making dinner every night hoping that one day Logan was going to walk through that door, but it was to no avail. It was just the same as the six other nights.
I looked at the meal on the table and it wasn’t so appetizing anymore, and just like the last six nights, I trashed it without having a bite.
I am not the type to eat alone. It’s always hard for me. I usually eat with someone. When I was little, It was with my dad, and later on when my dad was taken away, I felt sick often because I wouldn’t have appetite to eat, and that was when I met Stacey. We ate and did everything together al
