*~~Chapter Sixty-Four~~*

{~~Logan Grey~~}

I woke up feeling gloomy, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. The events of the previous night still clung to me, their echoes haunting my thoughts. I quickly shut down my emotions, pushing them to the back of my mind. I couldn't afford to dwell on them. Not now. Not ever really.

I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The steam from the hot shower enveloped me, offering a brief respite from the turmoil inside. I stood under the water, letting it wash away the remnants of sleep and the sorrow that threatened to overwhelm me. I shaved the stubble that had begun to grow on my face, each stroke of the razor a small act of control in a life that felt increasingly out of my grasp.

After drying off, I ran a towel through my hair, the repetitive motion soothing in its simplicity. My phone buzzed on the counter, a message from my mother lighting up the screen. With a sense of resignation, I picked it up and read the text.

Mother: Come over for dinner to