Chapter 41 Closed Door
Closed Door
The slam echoed louder than she meant. Penny pressed her back to the door, sliding down until she hit the floor. The chain still rattled from where she’d locked him out. Her chest heaved. Her palms shook. She pressed her forehead to her knees and finally let the sobs tear loose.
“Fuck you, Logan Creams,” she whispered into the empty apartment. Her voice cracked on his name. “Fuck you for doing this to me.”
The files were still spread across her coffee table. His face in grainy photos. His name circled in red. Reports of violence, whispers of fire and blood and everything she should hate.
Her tears blurred the ink.
She’d told him she’d stopped thinking about him. Lied right to his face. Because the truth was unbearable.
Even now, with her body shaking and her throat raw, she loved him.
And that was the cruelest part.
She hugged her knees tighter, rocking against the cold wood, trying to breathe, trying
to believe she hadn’t just shattered her own heart.
“Why do you always have to be the one I can’t let go of?” she whispered.
Outside, the hallway was silent.
Inside, Penny broke quietly, alone.