Emily's POV

Grabbing a shot of whiskey at one of the opulent bars in the city, I downed its content, loving the feeling of freedom and the power that thrummed through my veins.

Dusk had fallen outside and patrons strolled the musty dim-lit bar. With a smile pulling at the corners of my lips, I refilled my drink, watching as it bobbled to the brim of the cup, a feeling of anticipation stirring within me.

I've been such a mess since I heard those words from Carl.. I failed again.. I failed to give him the response he needed.

I feel guilty not telling him who his father was. Logan...