Chapter 23

Haley’s POV: I was still standing in front of my closet—half-dressed, half-defeated—staring blankly at a row of dresses that all felt wrong. Nothing seemed to fit the occasion or my state of mind. My hair was a frizzy mess tied up in a hasty bun. My eyes were puffy from crying the night before, and I looked like a ghost of the woman I used to be. I wanted to look like someone Jordan wouldn’t be ashamed of. Someone Lily could be proud of. But all I could see in the mirror was a mother whose world had fallen apart. That was when the familiar purr of an engine echoed in the street below. Logan. Of course, he was early. I barely had time to grab my purse before he was buzzing at the door, and the next thing I knew, I was being ushered—gently but insistently—into his car. "You're not wearing that to a child’s birthday party," Logan said, his voice calm but amused as he glanced over my hoodie and leggings. "Not when my daughter has declared you her ‘mommy guest of honor.’" “I don’t have anyt