Logan
I hadn’t come to Emma’s quarters to fight. For once, that wasn’t the plan. It was time we moved past that if we wanted to maintain any sense of civility. Or we at least tried to work toward that for everyone’s sake.
I told myself I just wanted to talk. To put the last few weeks behind us. I was prepared to move past her drama and her schemes and restart on neutral ground. I could even work past the engagement stunt. All of it.
If Evelyn could move on and push forward, then so could I.
Maybe we could finally bury the hatchet instead of driving it deeper between us. I owed her that much, didn’t I? Or maybe I didn’t owe her that, but I certainly owed it to myself to try.
But when I knocked on her door, there was no response. I knew that she often ignored unexpected visitors,
