At the nightstand on the right side of the bed, I plugged in my phone, then I moved to the dresser opposite the bed that had a large television sitting on top of it, and I pulled open the top left drawer.
Photo albums.
My heart palpitated in my chest. Part of me wanted to pry. To dig deeper into the ambiguous, confusing man that Logan Lawson had become.
The other part of me knew I couldn’t stomach it.
It still stung too badly. Prying would only be asking for more pain.
Staying here, in his space? It was going to hurt enough.
I shoved it closed and opened the middle drawer.
Inside was a stash of journals, stationary paper, and pens. But next to them was a clear bin filled with the little paper stars.
Memories of us.
Why had he kept them?
God, this was brutal.
I slammed it closed before I looked too closely at his intentions.
I opened the drawer on the right. A soft smile tugged at my mouth when I found it was stuffed with toys. My mind traveled to the face of the little boy.
Gage.
To the adoration that had shown in Logan’s eyes. The sweetness. The care. The mischief.
All the things I remembered.
And I wondered—wondered if pieces of that man existed.
My reckless, beautiful boy.
Heaving out a sigh, I moved to the row of lower drawers and opened the first.
Old tees.
Success.
I didn’t know how much longer I could stay in this dress.
I grabbed the first black tee and held up the massive thing that would swallow me whole. The print on the front softened the blow of all the words he’d cast at me since he’d crashed back into my life.
It was from Star Wars. His old obsession.
It had Yoda on the front, and it said,Yoda best uncle.
Affection left me on a soft laugh.
I could only picture that little boy giving it to him. Could only picture Logan peeling off his fitted suit to put it on.
I pressed it to my face like it held the pieces of this mystery of a man.
Like the fibers might be woven in his complexity.
The dark and the light.