That evening, Logan approached the room; he had been avoiding going into the room all day, and he knocked gently. His heart pounding, waiting for Sophia to answer, he got no response, he knocked again. “Knock! Knock !!.” It was a little louder this time. Yet, no response, he opened the door slowly.
Sophia lay on the bed, still awake. Her eyes looked puffy and moist from tears. Logan walked to her side of the bed, but Sophia ignored his presence. Logan slowly sat on the bed beside her; he gently placed his hand on hers; Sophia tried to slip her palm away from Logan's touch, and and he tightened his grip on her.
She stared up at him, her eyes red from crying, her brows furrowed in protest. Logan's gaze was soft, almost pleading.
“Sophia?.” Logan called out softly, his voice husky but stil
