Grace barely heard the laughter, the easy teasing between the group, the jokes about past college nights.
Because all she could hear was her own thoughts.
And before she even realized it, she was standing up.
"I—I have to go to the bathroom," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Daisy turned to her immediately. "Grace? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just—" She forced a smile, knowing if she stayed a second longer, she wouldn't be able to hold herself together. "I'll be right back."
She didn't wait for an answer.
She just walked inside.
As soon as she shut the bathroom door, she gripped the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
Her heart was racing. Her stomach felt like a rock. Her chest felt tight.
She had known Logan had a past. She had known he had a reputation.
