Emily
The days following the carnival felt like walking on shifting sands. One moment, everything felt fine. We settled into this space where we were two people figuring each other out. The next, the weight of the words the fortune teller spoke hung over me, heavy and suffocating.
Fated mates.
I couldn’t shake the thought.
I watched Logan, too, but he was closed off in a way that only made me more uncertain. Every time I looked at him, there was a part of me that wondered if he was grappling with the same realization. Was he thinking about what the woman said? Was he filled with the same fear and uncertainty that I was?
Logan kept his walls high, even when I thought I had made some kind of crack in them. It felt like everything we had built together, including the vuln
