I had wandered for over an hour before I found Logan. He was sitting on the beach facing the water with his phone in his hand. The tide was coming in just enough to wet his bare feet. His tennis shoes were next to him. I slipped off my sandals and about a foot to his right. He didn’t say anything for a minute, and then he looked at me.“Tom won’t answer my calls,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” I answered, unsure of what else to say.
“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have made such a big deal of it. I should have been happy for you, for both of you.”
“It’s not like that, Logan. It was just a one-night thing.”
He looked more carefully at me, and I could tell he was sizing me up, looking to see if I was telling the truth.
“Seriously,” I said. “It was nothing. He’s just some guy.”
“Have you ever
