I drifted listlessly around Arcata, Eureka, and Fortuna for days, furious at Logan for not appreciating me, and furious at myself for having fallen for him so hard. Each day, I waited for him to reach out and each day that he didn’t, I couldn’t believe what an asshole he was, to cut me off so completely. He had to know I’d gone back to the seedy motel in Arcata where I stayed before we met. I felt erased. He seemed to have zero regard for my feelings. I debated whether I should contact him, but I was clearly the injured party here. He had rejected me. It had to be his move to rectify things.
I stopped in at EPIC and helped where I could, but the volunteers’ eyes rested on me a moment too long and my cheeriness struck a false note in their unreceptive silence.
“How’s it going?” Jess came
