The warm sunlight cast a golden glow over the sports field, but the atmosphere between Fiona and Logan had grown decidedly tense. Fiona's eyes, bright with a mix of emotions, pinned Logan to the spot, her gaze demanding answers.
"When were you going to tell me, Logan?" Fiona's voice was low her voice dripping with quiet intensity that made Logan's eye flicker.
Logan's expression transformed from calm to confusion, his brow furrowing as he searched for context. "Tell you what?" His tone was cautious, like he was navigating a minefield.
Fiona's lips compressed into a thin line, her eyes flashing with irritation. She adjusted as she moved closer to him, her feet sinking into the soft grass, the sound barely audible. locking her eyes into Logan's.
Logan's eyes darted around, moving his ey
