Logan stood in front of Paula's door, his heart laden with remorse and guilt. His fist raised and clenched, ready to know against the door but a voice inside his head held him back.
He heard Sophia's voice, soft but troubled, it seeo r through the door wafting into Logan's ears, and before he knew it, his curiosity had won over him. He instinctively leaned closer to the door, the low hum of their conversation wafting into his ears.
“What does he gain from keeping secrets?” Sophia’s voice cracked slightly, making Logan’s chest tighten. “It’s like he’s under some spell. My father has this strange control over him, Paula. And Logan just won’t talk about it.”
Logan clenched his jaw, guilt swirling inside him. He knew the truth, every detail about the arrangements with Jonathan– Sophia's fa
