![]() ![]() It’s been over eighteen months since we’ve spoken. “It’s weird, but with you, I feel like there’s not much I couldn’t talk about. Logan slowed and put the truck in park next to a thick cluster of pine trees, then turned to face Laina. And if you don’t want to talk about your mom, I get it. It can get pretty chilly up here in a hurry when the wind changes.” “Are you cold?” Logan started unbuttoning the flannel shirt he had thrown on over his T-shirt back at the barn. ![]() The canopy overhead was dense, instantly making the temperature feel ten degrees cooler. Logan turned and pulled down a grassy lane that had been recently traveled, driving them deeper into the woods. “Do you have a relationship with her now?” Laina watched his face, his expression hard to read under his aviator sunglasses. I need to remind myself of that fact sometimes when I feel myself start to resent her manipulative behavior and become bitter.” She was a foster kid from the time she was very young until she aged out of the system. No one had ever taught her what to value in life. ![]() She’s far from perfect, but as troubled as she is, I know she was only trying to do right by me. Security was her lover, and without it, she was miserable, always in search of our next lifeboat. Most of them only stayed around long enough to discover that my mother was just dating them for their money. “I grew up with different men drifting in and out of my life. ![]()
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