#Chapter 91 Fire

Emily Life is hard, avoiding Logan. If it were up to me, I would have moved into an apartment far away from him, far away from my old family in the life that I am currently living. If it were up to me, I would put as much distance between me in this godforsaken place, to go out and live my own life the way I see fit. Life is unfair like that, though. It is a never-ending cycle of karma and unjust consequences to people that I cannot control. And I hate losing control. I sit at my wooden desk with my cup of tea in the corner. I stare at the blank screen of my computer, unable to bring myself to work on the pack’s spreadsheets and finances. Out of the corner of my eye, logan works at his desk, refusing to close the door. Does he not know that I catch him staring at me every now and then? He always plays the role of an innocent man, looking away whenever our eyes meet. He pretends to visit himself with the papers that sit on his desk, the unsigned blank pages that control the move