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whispered.
    “There’s always more,” Logan said. “I’m sure the same goes for you. Your ex didn’t just wake up one day and get someone pregnant, right?”
    Hearing it hurt, but it was the truth.
    “There were plenty of problems,” I said. “Us not together doesn’t hurt me as much as the fact that he just starts another relationship, with a baby, and I’m sure it’s a great thing. As though I never existed or mattered.”
    “You want his family to mourn you?” Logan asked and laughed.
    “Not mourn me,” I said. “But... maybe understand that it was a real relationship. I feel like I was knocked down a notch because I didn’t get pregnant.”
    “Do you want to get pregnant?”
    “No!” I cried out.
    “Then stop thinking about it.”
    “Tell me about your scar,” I said. “You said it was two parts...”
    “Yeah, that,” Logan said.
    His hand closed over mine, really tight.
    When his eyes met mine, something told me that this story was the breaking point for Logan. The kind of story that would have him either spending the night in bed with me or spending the night with a bottle of vodka.
    I squeezed back at his hand, wanting to keep him there. And close.

~6~
     
    “I wasn’t a perfect kid,” Logan said.
    I couldn’t imagine anyone as a perfect kid, teenager, or adult. That’s not how life went. Everyone made mistakes. Everyone had regrets. Everyone did dumb things. That was the nature of humans.
    “One night, I realized what was happening with my parents and I snapped.”
    “Snapped?” I asked.
    “Yeah. Instead of sitting down and talking to me about things, my mother kicked open my door and began to tell me how much of a pig my father was. Screaming, knocking things down in my room as though I was the problem. Then my father joined a second later and started telling my mother that she ruined herself and thanks to her pill problem, she couldn’t carry another child.”
    Logan closed his eyes and took a breath.
    “What happened?”
    “That’s when she slipped and admitted she didn’t even want the child she had... meaning me.”
    “Oh, Logan,” I said. “That’s so wrong. I hope you don’t believe that for a second.”
    “Doesn’t matter now,” Logan said. “Even then, it didn’t matter. It just pissed me off. So I left. I left my parents in my room, fighting. I grabbed my guitar and left. I ended up at a friend’s house and we started drinking. Then things got really crazy.”
    “What happened?”
    I pulled at Logan and he moved closer to me. I could smell his skin then, my nose and body tingling, wanting him.
    “We ended up drinking a little too much and then my friend got a call from his girlfriend. They started bickering on the phone and when she hung up on him, he grabbed his keys to leave. I stopped him but he wasn’t done. He had to get to his girl, that’s what he told me. He worried she was dumping him or going to find another guy or something like that. I knew where she lived and I knew a back road to get there. It was a straight shot so I made the dumbest mistake of my life.”
    “You drove,” I whispered.
    “I drove,” Logan said. “I drove and did my best. But I was drunk. A dumb teenager doing the dumbest thing ever. Around one of the bends, I lost control of the car. My eyes saw something different and I panicked. I cut the wheel left, right, left again, and then we were off the road.”
    Logan stopped and swallowed. He tried to stand up but I held his wrist. I used both hands to keep him in place. I was a second away from begging him to stay.
    “Logan, tell me,” I whispered.
    “I woke and my side was killing me. The driver’s window shattered and a piece of glass was stuck in my side. Doctors were able to get it out and stitch me up but I was left with a scar. Another scar. Like the most significant moments in my life were left with scars. But other than that, I was fine. My buddy needed so many surgeries... so much rehab and stuff, you know? It