What the hell?
The set was good, yeah, but not blow-up-your-phone good. He wouldn’t be blasting all of us unless something major was going down. And from the look on everyone’s face—it’s not just me who feels it.
Something’s happened.
Something big.
Chapter 23
Kayla
The bed is cold.
Too cold.
I stretch my arm across the mattress, reaching instinctively for warmth, for him. But Logan’s side is empty. Sheets rumpled, pillow dented—like he was here once and left in a hurry.
My chest tightens as I press my face into that pillow, his scent still lingering—soap and cologne and something undeniably him. I breathe it in like it might calm the sudden twist in my stomach. It doesn’t.
A muffled voice drifts down the hall.
Then another—lower, heavier.
I sit up slowly, pushing the blanket from my legs. The floorboards groan beneath my bare feet as I cross the room, drawn to the sound. The kitchen light glows softly through the half-closed door, warm and inviting—but the air feels off. Tense. Thicker than it should be this early in the morning.
“…she’s not going to take this well, man.”
Trey.
“I know.” Logan’s voice is ragged, worn thin like a frayed string. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. It’s front-page news. It means nothing to me, but to her…”
The words stop me in the hallway.
That chill slithers up my spine.
And just like that—
The dread begins.
It starts as a flicker, barely there, just the whisper of something wrong. But it spreads quickly, curling around my ribs, dragging my heart down with it. I don’t even know what’s happened yet. But my body does.
I move closer, just enough to see them.
The boys are gathered in the kitchen—phones in hand, coffee untouched.
Chace leans against the counter, brows furrowed.
Sam’s arms are folded tight across his chest.
Trey looks sick.
And Logan—Logan looks destroyed.
His fingers rake through his hair like he’s trying to tear something out. Regret, maybe. Guilt. A memory he wishes he could bury.
“I swear to God, I didn’t know they had footage,” he says, quieter now. “It was months ago. Before her. Before us. I don’t even remember the damn night. But now it’s everywhere.” His jaw tightens. “It looks bad. I know it looks bad.”
Trey shifts—and that’s when he sees me.
