Sick

I woke up early the next morning to make Logan's favorite dish. After preparing it, I walked to his room and knocked on the door.

"It's me, Linnea. Can I come in? I made breakfast," I announced but received no response.

"Logan, it's me. I know you're there. Can I...?" I began to speak but stopped when the door opened.

Logan popped his head out and looked at me. "What do you want?" he groaned.

"Breakfast. I made your favorite, and..."

"Ask her to leave. Come back to me," a voice interrupted me. The voice belonged to Madison. Why is she in his room? Did he sleep with her?

"Leave. I'm not interested," Logan groaned and slammed the door in my face.

He slept with her? She slept in his room? What is this? Has he returned to the way he was? Has he lost his mind again?

A disappointed sigh escaped my lips as I left for the dining room. Once there, I settled down and ate the food.