Logan's POV
When was the last time I experienced sleep like this?
Never, probably.
Not in all the years I could recall. My nights had always been tainted with restlessness, haunted by demons that followed me even behind closed eyelids.
In my younger days, the nightmares centered on inadequacy. The constant feeling that I would never measure up.
There were moments when I wondered what life might be like if Coleman wasn't around. But when he actually died, those nightmares transformed into something far worse. The grief consumed me so completely that I wished I had been the one to go instead.
Meeting Audrey brought a different kind of torment to my nights. They became filled with anxiety, the constant terror that she would abandon me, that her love was nothing more than pretense. I would lie beside her in the darkness, studying her face, convinced she was already plotting her departure.
But when Pauline walked away from me, nothing else came close.
