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Emily My dad doesn’t want me to go back to New York. Matt went into treatment, paid for by my father, and Logan went on with his life. It’s been almost three months since I last saw Logan. Matt needed an expensive medical treatment, and the only way to get the money was for me to suck it up and take one for the team. I went back to California, leaving the only man I’ve ever loved in New York, and returned to my estranged family—the one I’d run away from. I considered buying them one and shipping it to them, so Logan and I could talk using sign language on Skype, but they are both poor and proud, which is a killer combination. He took care of me when I needed a place to stay, and I took care of him when his brother got sick with cancer. The Reed family is poor, and they don’t even have a computer. I wouldn’t marry that ass if he were the last man on earth. What’s really bad is that he believes it even though Trip is really just an opportunistic a**hole who wants to climb the financial ladder, and he wants to use me as the top rung. The limo is waiting for us outside, and we all slide in while someone I will never see unloads the luggage. “And he doesn’t shower after he plays basketball.” And he called me stupid in front of all his friends. So letters and phone calls are not possible for us. The pilot announces that we’ll be arriving in New York in twenty minutes over the intercom. My dad doesn’t know everything about my life away from him.
I am so glad my mom married my dad because no other man on the face of the earth could ever afford her. Not the street—the upscale clothing and accessory line. “More than you know.” “I don’t know why you feel the need to go to college, Emily,” my father barks.
I look directly into her eyes since she knows how much I love Logan, and she’s actually in favor of us being together.
I can already breathe easier just knowing I’m in the same city as him.
He’ll never get over this rung, I can say that much.
That’s why I left California with nothing and took a bus all the way to New York. I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything, though. It’s around the corner from the college I’ll be attending, Julliard.