Hypothetical Heart (Farewell Fairwood #2)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

E veryone has heard the stories—the ones about me and Logan Callaghan.

Growing up in a small town like Fairwood, having a crush on your best friend, who also happens to be your next-door neighbor, is bound to be the talk of the town.

Everyone has known that we liked each other and that our parents have been conspiring about us ending up together since we were kids.

But, amongst the speculation of everyone around town, including our friends and family, there is one thing no one knows about me and Logan.

Almost three years ago, there was a brief lapse of time when we were almost together.

We were fifteen years old when I tried to go on my first date, only to come home and find Logan standing on my front porch in the rain.

It was that night when he confessed his feelings for me, and I did the same back, that we decided that maybe we could give us a shot.

The “us” that everyone had been talking about for years.

Winnie and Logan , the best friends who are bound to fall in love. Winnie and Logan , their parents are going to be so excited. Winnie and Logan , everyone expected it.

Winnie and Logan, the soulmates.

But everything ended before anything could really begin. Because three days later, my mom got hit by a truck driver who fell asleep at the wheel.

I was gutted. Everyone was. I knew there was no coming back from that.

I watched myself through the eyes of others after she died.

Everyone saw me practically decompose, and every day, I looked at myself and didn’t know where I started, and my mom ended.

So, yeah, Logan and I didn’t work out. Maybe it was some type of sign from the universe that we weren’t ready for a relationship.

Or maybe it was a warning. Someone gets hurt, someone dies. It never ends well. This is what happens when you fall in love, just like it happened to my dad.

Because there are two options when it comes to how love ends: heartbreak or death. And I’ve realized I would rather not partake in either.