Logan stood in front of Sophia, his chest tight with frustration. "What’s all this for? I’m talking to you," he said again, his voice laced with a mix of anger and concern.
"All what?" Sophia snapped back, not sparing him a glance as she hurriedly packed her clothes into the open suitcase. Her movements were sharp, fueled by the emotions simmering under her calm exterior.
Logan couldn’t help but feel the weight of her silence, the tension between them thickening with each passing second. His voice softened, desperate now. "Where are you going? Why are you leaving? We can fix this, Sophia. We can talk this through."
But Sophia remained silent, her focus never wavering from her task. She picked up a few more clothes from the bed, folding them with precision, before moving to the dresser t
