#Chapter 93 Framed

Emily A week has passed since the fire. I went through all the motions, allowing myself the time to rest and relax, despite the fiery hatred that burns in my heart. I can't get the image of my mother's destroyed house out of my mind, forever burned into my memories. Logan has helped me through it all. He has been so kind and patient, always there for me when I need it. He took the time off for us from work so we could focus on ourselves as well as the lawsuit against my family. He was there for me when I needed it the most, proving to me that all of his actions have been out of love and his protectiveness for me and not out of a sick, perverse possessiveness. I look at myself in the mirror. I wear dark clothes, morning the loss of my mother's memories. My outfit is good for a courtroom, though, and I forced myself to step out of the closet and into the main section of logan's home, finding him tucked away in the kitchen as he cooks a light and simple breakfast. As soon as I ent