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He’s kind. He’s thoughtful. He’s supportive. He’s incredibly selfless.

Looking in his eyes, I realize I will never stop loving Sam.

But that doesnt mean I shouldn't get to experience that again.

I don't know why it took me this long to realize, but looking at him..I feel at home.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Logan whispers, his arms are wrapped tight around me, and I hope he never lets go.

“Sam would have loved you.” I murmur, blinking away the tears in my eyes.

I feel him suck in a breath, and watch him start to get emotional.

“You think so?” he asks me after a minute.

“I really do. I think you two could have been friends in another lifetime.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“I think so too.”

Coming here, seeing these flowers and this town again. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

It feels like all the hurt I was feeling has healed a little bit.

Maybe, this is where I’m supposed to be.

Chapter Twenty Four

Is it love

Logan and I spend a few more hours in Sage Valley and then, reluctantly, head home.

Despite my urge to stay, it’s getting late and I have adult things I need to do.

We stop and pick up Pudding, say hi to Sarah and Hazel, then Logan brings me back to my apartment.

It was just going on 7pm when we got back and, I know that’s still pretty early, but I’m ready to go to sleep.

I walk through the door, and a sense of discomfort instantly fills me.

Why? Why can't I feel the same type of peace here that I felt there?

Pudding runs and lays down in his bed, falling asleep almost instantly. The poor guy is tuckered out from playing with Hazel all day.

I grab wine and glasses from the fridge, then slump down onto the couch.

“What's wrong?” Logan asks as he sits down next to me. “You were the most relaxed I’ve seen you today, what changed?”

I look over at him suddenly feeling guilty about how I’m feeling.

This town is supposed to be my home.

So why doesn't it feel like that anymore?

I take a breath. “Do you ever get the urge to just start over?”

Logans eyes me carefully, and scratches the back of his neck.

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