Everyone froze. The room was cold and silent, as if time itself had stopped. Logan stood in front of me, unmoving, his breathing shallow and his body tight with rage.
He didn't blink. He didn't speak.
He just held his ground. For me.
"Stay behind me," he ordered, not even glancing back.
I obeyed without a word.
Across from us, his father's eyes were locked on me. Not with anger—worse. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
"What's your full name?" he asked, his voice low and heavy.
I hesitated, but I had nothing to hide. "Haley Reed."
He shook his head slowly, as if trying to make sense of something that didn't. "Your mother's full name," he demanded.
That question again.
The mayor's wife had asked me the same thing days ago, with the same pale face and tight li
