I'm piling a random lump of sweaters, shirts, and jeans into my suitcase when Logan's voice stops me.

"Cass? What's going on?"

I feel like an absolute asshole for trying to move out on the sly. But the fact is, anyone who stays within one foot of me right now is probably in danger. I can't put Logan through that. Gran and Nol aren't truly at risk because they're part of our memory chaser world. Even considering Nol's diminished condition. That's why it makes sense for me to move in with them, at least for now.

I could have waited for Logan to come home and told him of my plan – if you could really call it a plan – over dinner and wine. But I know that would be harder, know he would beg me to stay.

So that's why I'm holding my fuzzy cat pajamas in one hand and the note I was going to leave for him in the other.

"Here. Read this." I press it into his hands.

A minute later, he knows the story.

"Jeez, Cass... This is nuts."

"You don't believe me?"

"It's not that. Of course it's not that." He runs a hand through his storm of brown hair and sinks down on the bed next to me. We both stare into the mirror, studying our own reflections. Mine looks stunned.

"OK. What then? Tell me."

"I believe you. It's just that I... I don't want you to leave." He turns to face me, strokes my cheek with fingers that smell like lemon soap. "Even if this is your thing and not mine, we're in this together, Cass. I can't take the easy way out and let your grandmother deal with this when she's got your mom and..." His voice trails off. I'd told him the story of Nol when we first moved in together.

"Gran's plenty strong, so this is all OK." I squeeze his hands, trying to convince him along with myself. "She'll let me do my thing and figure this out. And Nol, well, Nol can't do much else."

"I get it, Cass. Really I do. But still. C'mon. Nothing has happened to me so far. Whoever is doing this doesn't care about some ordinary guy who is completely clueless when it comes to that whole memory thing."

"No. You can't wear me down, Logan. This is the right thing to do."

He sighs, shakes his head, and then he's standing in front of me.

"OK then, fine. But you're not leaving. I am."

"That wouldn't be fair—"

"It's better this way, Cass. Look, this is your place. I moved in here with you, and I'll move back as soon as you say the word. And hey, we can still hang out."

"But where will you go in the meantime?"

"My brother's. He still hasn't got a new roommate. And that way, I'm a few blocks away. I don't want to be far from you, Cass. I love you. You know that. I just want to give you enough space to assure your peace of mind."

I nod and swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm sorry about... all of this. I didn't want to kick you out, but it's for your own good. Please take this seriously. Even if you're not living right here with me, you're going to have to be really careful."

"I'm more worried about you than I am about me, Cass."

He pulls me into a hug, then our lips meet tentatively, as if this was a first or last time.