The New York City skyline sparkled like a sea of stars as Scarlett looked out from the rooftop bar. She inconspicuously nursed a strawberry daiquiri as she waited for Grace and Laura to meet up with her. They were late, they always were, and the thought made her smile briefly. Their excuse this time was traffic.
It had been a week since the encounter with Logan happened in her art shop, and her mind was riddled with thoughts of the conversation they had and the threats he had left her with. But what was even more concerning was the fact that she hadn’t heard a word from him since then, and that made her even more scared. The Logan she knew would have sent her at least ten reminders everyday leading up to his deadline, but there was nothing, no calls, not even a single text. Just pure sile
