I breathe out his name, "Logan," and slowly close my eyes tight, trying to ignore the pains shooting all over my body from the contractions.

Is this just a dream that I'll wake up from soon, or a flash of memories? Memories of our time together flooded my mind - the good, the bad, the ugly, and the look of contempt on his face when he saw the picture of me and Asher, a lie that changed everything.

I remember the look on his face when he sent me away from the house.

I wish more than anything that this is just an illusion, a trick my mind is playing...