Logan's thumb brushed gently over her knuckles, but he said nothing. He knew she wasn't done.
"I know what you think… about Tyler. Whatever picture you have in your head of me and him… it's not what it looks like."
She drew in a shaky breath.
"He wasn't my boyfriend. He wasn't even a friend. He was obsessed. Always lurking, always cornering me, making me feel like I was going crazy."
Logan's jaw tensed, but he stayed quiet.
Jean finally looked at him. Her eyes were glassy but determined. "Logan, the picture you saw… Tyler and me on the bed—it wasn't what you think. We weren't having sex." She paused, heart hammering in her chest. "It was after he took advantage of me."
His entire body went still.
She exhaled, voice cracking. "He ripped me of my innocence. That night… I died, Logan. Over and over again. I screamed. I begged. But no one came."
