Logan

Prologue

I look into the eyes of the man sitting across me. The sadness and misery matching my own. I want to comfort him, hold him in my arms, but it feels wrong. Like I'm betraying the promises I made in my vows so long ago even though they're no longer in play.

Because of Brad.

Because of Josh.

Because life fucking sucks and there's not a damn thing either one of us can do about it.

Sitting in this dank, dreary hotel room in the middle of bum-fuck Texas, I can't help but wonder if this is how life is supposed to play out.

We live, we lose the people we fall in love with, and we die alone in a pool of our own desolation and despair.

Those that get a second chance are lucky. Those of us who don't, sit in the back and wallow in our mutual self-loathing.

I'm just about to speak when my phone rings. The little, black burner phone I picked up at a Walmart a few days ago.

"Is that him?" Cameron's voice whispers to me.

I can only nod. The sadness that was filling me moments ago, is now red hot with anger.

"Yeah?"

I listen to the voice leaving me instructions and then hang up.

"Tomorrow at midnight." I bite out.

"Thank fuck. There's finally an end in sight." The man behind the lost eyes relaxes. An eerie calmness spreads around the room. This will either bring us together or finally tear us apart. Both options settle into my heavy heart and I can't bear the thought of losing anyone else.

I watch Cam stand up from the small table we're sitting at to go lay down on his bed. He curls into the same position every night – a tight ball – and faces away from me.

I feel my heart ache as I watch my best friend silently shake as the sobs consume him.

It's been this way for the past six months. Different hotels in different cities across the country. It's been grueling, it's been intense, and, it's been terrifying.

And tomorrow, it can finally end.