LOGAN POV
As I turned around, I found Jessica standing there, her gaze fixed on me as if she were frozen in place. Her eyes were wide, and her hands were nervously fidgeting. I took a moment to assess her, speechless at first, absorbing her presence. She was dressed in a black top with a plunging neckline, layered with a black suede coat and matching sandals. Her blonde hair was shorter than I recalled, and her makeup was subtle, except for the bold matte red lipstick that adorned her lips. Despite everything that had happened, she still wore that same innocent expression—the one that had deceived me for so long.
“What are you doing here, Jessica?” I finally broke the silence, my irritation evident.
She let out a sigh and replied softly, “I know I shouldn’t be here, Logan, but I really
