It was morning already, but Logan hadn’t slept a wink. His mind was a restless tide, churning through memories of the previous night. He watched as the sun began to rise from the east, the first light of dawn creeping over the horizon, casting a soft glow across the sky. The golden rays slowly filled his bedroom, filtering through the windows and painting the walls in warm hues, yet all they did was intensify the hollowness he felt. He turned his head to look at the other side of the bed.
It was empty.
A dark, sad feeling settled deep within him, like a weight he couldn't shake. He reached out, rubbing his palm over the cold, untouched sheets where Sophia had slept. The fabric felt too smooth, too impersonal as if erasing the warmth she'd left behind. He closed his eyes momentarily, im
