he asked, somehow sensing that I wasn’t. “Everything.” He stopped then and turned to me. “Delaney, whatever it is, you can’t run from it forever. You can stay as long as you want, but eventually you’re going to have to face…whatever it is.” “I know, and thank you,” I said sadly, looking out at the ocean. We just walked then, in silence. True to my word, I cooked dinner for the both of us. “Where did you learn to cook like that?” Logan asked after dinner. I had learned how to cook a few things from Brian’s mom. My mom was awful in the kitchen, but Christine was a wonderful cook. I was determined not to lie to Logan. I knew I couldn’t tell him everything, but I refused to lie to his face. I was done lying. “Brian’s mom.” “She must be some cook,” he said, not asking for any other explanation.
