LOGAN
The morning started like any other. The warmth of the sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the room. Nora was in my arms, her cheek pressed against my bare chest, her breathing calm and even.
I had intentionally seized her and kept her close, so she doesn't keep running and doing the stuff that takes her time in the kitchen.
I ran my fingers through her hair, listening to the steady rhythm of her heart. For a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist…just me, her, and the silence we had both fought so hard to earn.
But peace never lasts.
There was a knock on the door, sharp and urgent. It wasn’t the kind of knock meant for waking people gently. No, it was the sound of trouble. I pulled the blanket over Nora and stood, already sensing
