Numb (Senses Series Book 3) Read Online Free

immediately roam to the window that Logan used to climb into every couple of nights.
    Wow. What does that say about me? My life is literally being dumped upside down and my brain instantly goes to fucking Logan. To be fair, as much as I was his saving grace from his shit life, he was mine too. If anything major would’ve happened back then, he would’ve been through that window in record timing and right beside me where I needed him. I need him now.
    I run a hand over the top of my head, down over my ponytail, and look around the room that is still frozen like a highlight of my youth. The music posters on the wall next to the framed book posters, the baby blue and pink polka dot comforter, the flat screen T.V. on the pink and blue striped accent wall.
    Still can’t believe Aunt Caroline let me paint the wall that way. I was going through a phase! Something about the pink and blue together. Erin advised and advised against it. Told me it looked like a baby’s nursery threw up. And Logan, well, he helped me paint the wall. He said that the blue in the room made it half his.
    Flopping down on my bed, I rest my head against the pillows and cradle the stuffed Mickey Mouse my Uncle Mike brought me from his first business trip right after Dad died and the devil woman had left.
    There are two sharp knocks at the door.
    I shut my eyes tightly and yell, “If it’s the Wicked Witch of the East, go away! I prefer when a house is dropped on you!”
    The sound of the door forces my eyes back open to see my uncle’s face peering around it. “Can I come in, Short Stack?”
    I do my best to battle the smile that wants to come on my face and nod.
    Uncle Mike’s nickname is the same one that my dad used to call me. They both loved to take me for pancake dates. Just the two of us. Dad used to put chocolate chips and sprinkles on his while Uncle Mike covered his in chocolate chips and nuts.
    “I brought you something.” He attempts to sound cheerful.
    “Is it a magic wand to rid us of the anomaly in the house?”
    “Better.” He reveals a cupcake from behind his back. With a grin, he sits on the edge of the bed beside me. “Do you remember what your father used to say?”
    My eyes watch him break the cupcake apart. “When you love someone, you always give them more than you keep for yourself. Then he’d break it apart and give me the larger piece.”
    Uncle Mike hands me the larger portion and kisses me on the forehead. “You know I love you, Maxx.”
    “I know.” I whisper before shoving the entire piece in my mouth.
    Don’t judge me right now. I’m sure I look like a toddler at a birthday party with the way the frosting is smeared on my face, but what do you want from me? My life is in shambles! I can eat like it too!
    “And I know we don’t talk about your dad much—”
    “Don’t.” I shake my head and lick the frosting off my lips. “Don’t apologize for that.”
    He nods and the room goes silent. After a good scratch of his faint beard he sighs. “Wanna watch a movie?”
    Quickly I nod. “Have you seen the new Star Trek?”
    “Into the Darkness? That hardly qualifies as new anymore.”
    Giggling, I scoot over on my bed to make room for him. “Well not all of us went to the theatres to see it ‘cause we’re Trekkies.”
    “You know your father was a Trekky. Had a tattoo and everything.” Uncle Mike grabs the remote and turns the T.V. on. “That’s where you get that whole nerd thing from, you know?”
    I shoot him a look. “Right. And you’re not a nerd at all, Uncle Mike?”
    “Nope.”
    “So that Star Wars tatt of Princess Leia in the gold bikini on your right calf is—”
    “A declaration of my independence from my parents.” he insists in a playful tone, turning on the movie channel.
    For the first time today I feel a small ease. It’s not huge. It’s not even enough to undo any of the psychological damage I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life, but it’s enough that I can finally