Logan says as soon as he has me in his truck and we’re pulling out of the parking lot. “Text him and tell him The Silo is closed down.” “Okay,” I say, pulling my phone out of the little clutch I brought. I shoot off a quick text. The Silo is closed down tonight. Burned wires. Fire department shut it down. “I can’t believe he did that,” I say in wonder to Logan. “He must be a really good friend.” “Yeah,” Logan mutters in agreement, but he doesn’t say anything more. While I know he’s relieved that we’ve been given a day’s reprieve, I also know he’s already worrying about tomorrow. If I were strong and really wanted to spare both of us more pain, I’d be a brave girl and turn him away when he drops me off at my cabin. I should cut the string quickly and decisively, and yes… even cruelly if I have to, and let him be free from my bullshit. Because this man does not deserve my shitty life, nor does he deserve to be burdened with my lies and bad deeds that have probably earned me a one-way ticket to Hell.
