C37 The Gravity of the Break

I didn't hand it over right away.

I let the phone rest against my robe for one more agonizing second, keeping my eyes locked on his. If I moved too fast, it would look like guilt. If I held onto it too long, his paranoia would spiral into physical violence. With Logan—every single interaction was a calculated game of chicken. You couldn't blink first, or he’d crush you under his heel.

"Take it