Even if what he wants is to make sure neither of us ever touches it.”
“He isn’t doing this to punish us.”
“I know.”
The answer came too quickly to be defensive.
Logan sat across from her.
“What are you going to do tomorrow?”
“I’m coming with you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do.”
He said nothing.
Chelsea looked down at the letter again.
“I owe him an apology.
Not one where I explain that I was stressed or embarrassed or trying to keep the evening organized.
Those things may be true, but they aren’t an apology.”
“No.”
“I told him to hide in a room in the house he helped pay for.”
Logan’s eyes lowered.
“And I sat there.”
“You did.”
She nodded, accepting the words.
“I don’t know if he’ll forgive me.”
“He may not be ready.”
“Then I’ll wait.”
