I work a lot and make really good money with the holiday crowd in town. I need the money for a car, not to mention when Sara and I move to Ann Arbor next fall, and I am again thankful I decided to stay home. I try not to think about Logan, but that is a near impossibility. I want to see him, but my anger is intense and unrelenting. I want to hurt him the way he’s hurt me. He’s probably not even thinking of me at all. The first I hear from Sara is on the thirtieth when she calls me to say they’ve arrived back in town. She asks me to come over for dinner, but fortunately I have to work that night. I don’t want to lie to her, but there is no way I’m going to go over there and risk seeing Logan. I don’t ever want to see him, except, of course, that’s a lie; I want to see him so much I’m miserable from it. We make plans to go out the next night for New Year's. I don’t know what Sara has in store for us, but she’s made me promise not to back out.
