Emily, Logan's mother, sat comfortably on the stool in front of the dressing mirror. She was in her soft, floral pajamas, and her hair was neatly packed into a bun. The elegance of her posture eliminates the casualness of the nightwear.
Sophia looked to the side and found Luca, Logan's father, settled comfortably on the bed; he had a phone in hand, scrolling through TikToks, chuckling all to himself. It was such an ordinary scene, yet it felt anything but ordinary for her.
Sophia's lips parted to talk, but her vocal system proved her wrong; her throat went dry in a split second. She cast a quick look over her shoulder to Logan, who stood just outside the doorway, arms folded, his stance relaxed but with a hint of tension lingering behind his casual demeanor. His eyes met hers, a silent
