The Next Morning, Amara rushed to me, her face glowing with concern.
“Aarhea, how are you? Did you sleep at all?”
I gave her a hollow smile, “Barely. Every time I close my eyes, I see Jake’s lies.”
She squeezed my hand tightly, “You’re strong. Don’t let him weaken you.”
Logan approached, his eyes warm, his voice soft. “You look pale. You shouldn’t carry this pain alone.”
I lowered my gaze, letting my voice tremble.
“I don’t know how to carry it at all.”
He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“Then let me carry it with you.”
Amara shot him a sharp look, but he ignored it, his focus locked on me.
I pulled away gently, forcing a fragile smile.
“Thank you… Logan. But I need time. Please.”
He nodded, his expression tender, though his eyes gleamed with somethi
