Every mile takes us further from who we used to be.
Logan I’ve always lived a structured life. Every box was checked, every decision planned, right down to the color-coded polos in my closet. Neat, orderly, by the book—just like I was raised.
It’s what made Salem and me so good together. But it didn’t stop her from hating me. It didn’t stop the news about my adoption from shattering everything I thought I knew.
And it sure as hell didn’t prepare me for the questions rising from the truth; about who I am, what I want, and who I’ve been pretending to be.
I don’t even recognize the man in the mirror anymore. But maybe I never really knew him at all.
Salem I see the world in snapshots. Shadows and light, moments I can control or manipulate with my camera—unlike everything else.
My mother always said I was heartless, yet the one person I let myself love left me behind in Vegas with a ring on my finger and no goodbye.
I’d rather be alone than use a man as a crutch like she did. I thought staying away would save us both the heartache.
