Harper POV
Turning over, I try to bury my face in my pillow, but my thoughts and the scenes from tonight’s dinner run freely through my mind.
They’re too loud, too heated, too much. It’s not just the fact that my father said my punishment was right, it was also the fact that he still doesn’t care. I guess I hoped that he would change his mind when he saw how upset and hurt I was, but he didn’t change.
He never will.
Another thing I can’t get out of my head is how, after my father pathetically apologized, Logan moved on with dinner like nothing happened.
I thought about it the entire time we ate, and as I watched him talk with my father and stepmother, I noticed he wasn’t hostile toward them. I’ve told him what happened, and he knows how I feel about it, so why did he still interac
