LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND

CHAPTER 75

Troy’s boots as he made his way up the winding driveway to Bethany’s house.

The night was eerily quiet, no one was walking on the road except him.

The air was heavy with the kind of stillness that came before a storm. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, more from the tension coiling in his chest than the physical exertion of the walk.

With every step, memories of the past weeks gnawed at him… the panic, the sinking realization that everything he had was no more was disheartening and it was all because of her.

The soft glow of light from Bethany’s kitchen window felt mocking. He reached the front door, standing still for a moment, his knuckles white as his fists clenched at his sides. He had nowhere else to go. Nowhere else to turn. But the thought of being here, in this place, after everything, set his blood boiling.

Troy raised his hand and knocked, once and then twice.

Then the sound of footsteps and Bethany’s face appeared in the door, her eyes widening when she saw