Chapter 89

“Lily!” I gasped, laughing as I watched her proudly smear more tomato sauce onto Logan’s grey loungewear. Her little spoon moved like a paintbrush, the bright red sauce streaking across his chest like some kind of edible war paint. “Look, Daddy! You're pizza now!” Logan’s eye twitched. “Pizza,” he repeated slowly, staring down at the mess spreading across his shirt. “Great. Just what I wanted on a Monday morning.” “I can be the cheese,” Lily added proudly, grabbing more sauce. “Okay, okay,” I said quickly, reaching to stop her. “Lily, sweetheart, maybe we—” Before I could finish, a blob of cold tomato sauce landed on the side of my head. I froze. The room went quiet. Lily stared. I turned my head slowly, and there stood Logan with the biggest smirk on his face and an empty spoon in his hand. “Oh, you didn’t just—” I gasped. “I did,” he said smugly, backing away slightly. “And I regret nothing.” “You’re dead,” I warned. “Daddy’s gonna get it!” Lily cheered. I lunged at him. Logan darted