It had been one week since Grace left Weston, and even though she was home, even though she loved being in Chicago, there was a constant ache in her chest.
She missed Logan.
But they talked every night before bed. It didn't matter how tired they were, how busy their days had been—he always called.
Some nights, they'd talk for hours, sharing every little detail of their day, laughing about something ridiculous that happened, teasing each other about how much they missed each other.
Other nights, they'd barely say a word, just laying there, listening to the other breathe, finding comfort in knowing they were still together, even if they were miles apart.
Grace had also been texting Daisy throughout the week, sending updates, getting updates in return.
Grace: It's been ONE week. I'm alr
