Logan's POV
I sat in the car, staring blankly at the dark street outside the window. It was late at night, but even though my body was tired, my eyes remained open. Thoughts about Emma kept running through my head, making me unable to sleep.
I don't understand why, every time I meet her as Logan, everything feels so cold and awkward. She almost never looks at me directly, let alone speak more than a few brief words. Her smile was always half-hearted if she even smiled. It felt like there was a huge distance between us, even though we were technically in the same room most of the time.
And that's... that's what confuses me.
She didn't know that me, Logan, and Joseph were the same person. To her, Joseph was the past—someone she hated, perhaps even more. I was the biological fath
