I still didn’t understand why Daniel surrendered.
The question sat in my chest like a stone, heavy and unmoving, from the moment the news alerts exploded across my phone. Every channel. Every headline.
BILLIONAIRE CONFESSES TO ARSON.
DANIEL LOGAN TURNS HIMSELF IN.
I stood in my kitchen, the kettle screaming on the stove, forgotten. The room smelled faintly of burnt metal. My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip the counter just to stay upright.
Why?
He could have run. He had the money. The connections. The exits. Daniel Logan never cornered himself, ever. And yet, there he was, walking calmly into handcuffs, as if this was exactly where he meant to be.
The image replayed in my mind over and over. His eyes, steady. Almost gentle. And the way his mouth formed that single word for
