Pauline's POV
I sat motionless at the kitchen table, staring at the untouched sandwich growing stale before me. My fingernails carved shallow grooves into the wooden surface as minutes ticked by unnoticed. I'd thought preparing lunch might offer some distraction, maybe even bring a moment of peace. Instead, it only pulled me deeper into the memories I desperately wanted to escape.
That was how everything unraveled.
After that devastating day, I refused to give up. I chased Logan with explanations, pleading for just one moment of his attention. But he became a master at avoidance, turning his back whenever I approached, walking away before I could speak a single word. I threw myself into frantic attempts to reach him, pouring out my heart in letters he never read, in conversations he never allowed. Nothing penetrated the wall he'd built around himself.
