Il suo zaffiro

chapter 27

I woke up feeling utterly drained, the weight of sleepless thoughts hanging over me. Logan had been on my mind all night. Guilt gnawed at me for not telling him I was pregnant. I mean, he came all the way here to apologize, and what did I do? Kept silent. He even promised to leave me alone, and somehow that made it easier to bear. But still... I should've told him.

I stretched lazily, yawning, before dragging myself out of bed. In the mirror, I caught my reflection and swept my hair into a messy bun. The kitchen was quiet when I entered, and as I opened the fridge, my eyes landed on a familiar chocolate bar and one of Mom's pies.

My stomach growled at the sight, and I recalled Logan's words from yesterday—"I left something for you in the kitchen." A soft smile crept onto my face as I pulled out the pie and the chocolate, setting them down on the island.

"Did Logan bring these for me?" I whispered to myself, pulling off the lid of the pie. Grabbing a fork, I dove in.

"Oh my god, that's delicious," I muttered between bites, licking my lips as I perched on a stool.

"Sapphire, what are you doing?" Adonis's voice startled me, and I turned to see him leaning against the doorway.

"Logan came yesterday to apologize, and he left me this pie," I explained, taking another bite. He simply nodded in response.

"Are you going to work today?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't leave me here alone again. His nod confirmed it, and I sighed.

"I hate being here alone," I murmured, feeling the loneliness settle in.

"You won't be alone; Scarlett's here," Adonis reminded me softly, trying to reassure me. I smiled faintly at the thought of her company.

"Good morning, babe," I heard Scarlett's voice behind him before she kissed him on the lips. She glanced over at me, waving cheerfully.

"Hey, Sapphire! Ready to have some fun today?" she asked, her energy contagious and I nodded hoping I could get a few things off my mind.

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LOGAN POV

The bar was crowded, loud, and exactly the kind of place I needed to be to get my mind off things. I didn't care about the noise, the people, or the drinks—I just needed to stop thinking about *her*. About Sapphire. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, heard her voice, and it was driving me insane.

I found a spot at the bar, waving the bartender over. "Whiskey, neat," I muttered, barely looking up. The glass landed in front of me, and I downed it in one go. It burned, but it was nothing compared to the fire in my chest every time I thought of how I messed things up.

"Another," I said, pushing the glass forward. The bartender raised an eyebrow but didn't ask questions. I wasn't here to chat, anyway.

Drink after drink, I lost count. The noise of the bar started to blur into the background. I welcomed the numbness, the way it dulled the sharp edges of my thoughts. That's what I needed—just to forget for a while. But no matter how much I drank, Sapphire's face lingered in the back of my mind like a ghost I couldn't shake.

"You look like you're trying to forget something," a soft, feminine voice said beside me.

I turned my head slowly and saw her—a woman sitting a few stools down, her long dark hair falling over one shoulder, and a look in her eyes that said she understood. She was striking, not in an overdone way, but there was something about her that drew me in. It wasn't just her looks; it was the way she held herself, like she knew pain too.

"More like someone," I muttered, taking another sip. "But yeah, same difference."

She moved closer, sliding into the stool next to me. "I get it. I've had a few people I've tried to forget in my time."