Elena sat with the letters for a long time after Logan and Kira finally retired for the night, unable to set aside the weight of what they had discovered, her mind working slowly through implications that reshaped everything she had believed about her father's final years.
She found Logan near the eastern window just before dawn, unable to sleep himself, his expression carrying the same restless weight she recognized within her own exhausted mind.
"I could not stop thinking about it," she said, settling beside him. "The promise. Everything we discovered tonight."
"Neither could I," Logan admitted. "I have spent weeks assuming your father's search for me carried complicated, perhaps even calculated motivation. Political advantage. Guilt over his own family's possible involvement in whate
