After Jonathan left, Logan slumped into his chair, letting out a heavy sigh that echoed in the silent office. His head throbbed, the pressure building behind his temples as if his skull was being squeezed by an invisible vice.
He pressed his index finger to his forehead, rubbing in small circles, hoping to ease the tension eating away his skull, but the headache seemed relentless. His thoughts swirled with the implications of Jonathan's visit, each one more troubling than the last.
The sudden buzz of his phone jolted him from his reverie. Logan hesitated for a moment before picking it up, his eyes narrowing as he read the incoming text. It was from Sophia.
"Hello baby, how's your day going? Love you xoxo"
Logan stared at the screen, his expression unreadable. A wave of conflicting emo
