Chapter 49

AMY. Tonight marked the third night I’d been all alone on our bed. It was past four and I still hadn’t been able to get any sleep, all thanks to the jerk that I call a mate. I stared at his pillow side while I rubbed my hand around his bed side. The only thing that kept me company on this lonely bed was his scent that still lingered. But rather than soothe me, it brought pain and anger instead. Ever since that incident at the cemetery, I’d lost contact with him. I’d been unable to text or even call him. His mother and Oliver weren’t even helping matters at all. All of them kept saying he traveled for an urgent business trip but couldn’t they at least come up with a better lie. I needed no one to tell me that something was clearly wrong with Logan. Was it me? Did I make any derogatory remarks regarding Charlotte? Was he angry? Or perhaps was he still attached to Charlottes so badly that he couldn’t just bear staying with me? Either way, didn’t I at least deserve a proper explanation?