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don’t think it will be the same without my mom,” I murmured. “She was going to show me everything about our lineage and past. It just won’t be the same.”
    “That’s tough,” Angela said. “It’s so unfair. I feel so guilty. We’re off about to do what normal eighteen-year-olds do, and here you are facing the biggest challenges of your life.” Angela looked at me, and her eyes were filled with tears.
    “Please don’t let this take away from your experiences, guys. I feel like there’s something else out there that will help me through it. I’m not sure what, exactly. But I know it’s waiting to guide me,” I told them.
    “Could that be Logan?” Jenny giggled, pushing Angela a little. “I know you were thinking it too.” And Angela nodded.
    We all started laughing, and I wondered if it could be him.
    “Very funny, guys. Things never change with you two.” I rolled my eyes.
    “You know you’ll miss our running commentary,” Angela said.
    “So true,” I said.
    I started thinking back to the encounter from the day before and wondered if I should bring it up. I started messing with the fringe on the shag rug near my bed.
    “I got locked in our flower cooler yesterday,” I said, looking only at Jenny, but Angela piped up.
    “Those coolers don’t lock.” Angela’s brow was furrowed. She and Jenny both had helped out during the summers at our floral shop for extra cash.
    “What do you mean, Triss?” Jenny asked. “As a joke?”
    I shook my head. “It was no joke.”
    There was a light tap on the door.
    “Come in,” I replied, turning my head toward the door, thankful for the distraction.
    Logan swung it open, carrying in a tray full of snacks, and Jenny and Angela couldn’t hide their huge grins.
    “Aww,” Jenny said, staring at me like she was trying to use telepathy to get me to start in the swoon fest as well. Instead, all I could do was blink at him. He caught my gaze briefly, and it looked like he was trying to stifle a chuckle.
    He set the snacks down and turned around, heading back out the door.
    “Thanks, Logan. Could I look forward to this all the time?” My lips tilted up slightly.
    “Don’t count on it,” he flung his words back at me, not facing me, as he closed the door.
    “What’s that about?” Jenny pried.
    “Apparently before my mom’s disappearance she and Logan’s mom devised a plan for him to stay in the spare bedroom while he went to college.”
    “You’re kidding?” Jenny’s eyes were huge.
    “And now?” Angela asked.
    “Not sure yet,” I told them, fidgeting.
    “Looks to me like you are,” Angela replied flatly.
    “Uh-huh. I agree,” Jenny confirmed.
    “There’s positives and negatives to it, and I have a lot to think about. That’s the least of my problems.” I said, glaring at Jenny.
    A chill ran through me, and I wondered if Logan ever actually went back downstairs, or if he might be listening on the other side of the door. I kind of hoped he was.
    “He might be able to help take care of things around here, and it’s best if you don’t make decisions after a trauma like this, for at least a year,” Angela said regurgitating whatever latest thing she’d read on the grief process.
    “I think my aunt wants me to move in with her for a while, but honestly, I don’t really want to. This is my home,” my voice was a little louder, just in case he was trying to hear.
    “Well, if he’s not here, I kind of think you should move in with your aunt for a bit. If he is here then …,” her voice trailed off, and she smiled.
    “It’s not like that, guys. I’ve known him forever and by the looks of him, I’d say he’s probably attached or something.” Still elevating the level of my voice.
    “You didn’t ask him?” Jenny was shocked.
    “I kind of did and he didn’t really answer. Besides, I don’t really care. I’ve got bigger concerns right now,” I whispered.
    Jenny and Angela were happily building their apple and cheese