{~~Avery Sterling~~}This week blew by without anything else memorable happening. I was exhausted, but that didn't matter. It was a Saturday. No work, nothing. So I could come up with something else to keep me busy besides being a nurse, and dealing with crazy patients.I woke up with the kind of excitement that only comes with the promise of a free Saturday, completely shoving the events of last night away. Refusing to let my happy mood fade. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. I stretched lazily in bed, savoring the feeling of not having to rush anywhere. Today was going to be a good day. I had been looking forward to spending time with Logan, maybe going for a walk in the park, grabbing some lunch, or just lazing around together. I want to try and work out a friendship. Because if he could at least smile at me, then last night won't make me feel like a whore.It had been a while since we had a day to ourselves without the pressure

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I made it to my room just as Logan's silhouette appeared at the end of the hallway. I closed the door quietly, pressing my back against it as I tried to calm my racing heart. The letters were now safely documented on my phone, but the questions they raised were overwhelming. What did Logan know? And what would he do if he found out I'd been snooping? The unease that had crept back into my heart on the drive home now felt like a permanent fixture.I know the man that Ava was talking too. Do I even want to tell Logan? I ran that piece of shit out of town and he knows it was me who did. Do I even tell Logan? Do I explain why I did it? I helped, I thought she would get over him. She had bloody Logan Grey with her. I ought to strangle that bitch!Okay, play it cool. Play it cool.I went downstairs to say hello to Logan, trying to mask the guilt that gnawed at my insides. I’d just snooped through his room, invaded his privacy, and now I had to face him as if nothing ha

{~~Logan Grey~~}Dinner two was bland and disappointing, much like most things in my life these days. My parents, in their never-ending quest to cheer me up, had invited some of my old friends from college- the worst thing they could ever do. They were in town for the weekend, and my parents thought a little reunion might lift my spirits. I doubted it, but I didn't have the energy to argue. After dinner, we all decided to sit outside for a beer while my family stayed inside to have dessert.Ryan was there too, of course. He was my best friend, practically family, and we had gone to college together. If anyone could drag me out of my funk, it was him, but even he seemed at a loss these days with his case. I cracked open my first beer of the night, hoping it would take the edge off the hollow feeling inside me.My friends started talking about their lives, and I could feel myself sinking deeper into my chair. Some were discussing how they were engaged, how love was the best thing to eve

{~~Avery Sterling~~}The next day, Tuesday, the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue over my bedroom. I lay in bed for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, willing myself to summon the strength to face the day. The weight of yesterday's events still pressed heavily on my chest, a constant reminder of the rift between Logan and me. With a deep, steadying breath, I finally pushed myself up and shuffled to the bathroom.The warm spray of the shower provided a temporary reprieve, washing away the remnants of restless dreams. I let the water cascade over me, hoping it could cleanse not just my body but also the ache in my heart. As I scrubbed and rinsed, I mentally rehearsed the day's tasks, trying to anchor myself in the familiar routine of my work at the hospital.After drying off, I pulled on my scrubs with methodical precision, each movement a small act of defiance against the sorrow threatening to overwhelm me. I pinned my hair back, taking ex

{~~Avery Sterling~~}If Shawn hadn’t shown up to tell me that my shift was over, I would have continued working well into the night without realizing the time. He strolled into my office with his usual easy going demeanor, giving me a playful nudge. “Hey, workaholic, your shift is over. Time to pack up.”I glanced at the clock on my computer screen and was genuinely surprised to see that it was already eight o’clock. The hours had slipped away while I was immersed in a mountain of paperwork, reports, and endless emails. “Thanks, Shawn. I didn’t even notice,” I said, flashing him a grateful smile. He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “I figured. You’ve been in the zone all day. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t planning to spend the night here.”“Believe me, I wouldn’t if I could avoid it,” I replied, shutting down my computer and gathering my belongings. I stuffed my bag with my laptop, files, and a few personal items, making sure not to leave anything important behind. As