Logan
“What are you doing?” I stared at my wife, leaning against the wall with a deep frown.
She gasped, startled, and turned her attention to me, quickly shoving her hand behind her back as if she were hiding something.
My eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Slowly, I let my gaze trail over her, taking in every detail.
Her clothes.
Something was different.
She wasn’t wearing her usual plain white dresses—the ones that never stood out, never drew attention. Instead, she was dressed in an oversized shirt and jeans. And not just any shirt.
A man’s shirt.
My jaw clenched. When I came back, I hadn’t even had the chance to change my clothes before Amelia came to tell me that Chloe had spent the night outside. And knowing the type of family she had, I was certain she hadn’t stayed at their pla
