Moanna's eyes were misty as she stared at the photograph, her mind buzzing with thoughts.
"Logan," she said with forced courage, "I've discovered your secret. What should I do about it?"
Her voice came out louder than intended, breaking the quiet abruptly.
Logan's brows furrowed. A secret? What secret could he possibly have?
Could Moanna have uncovered his true identity? Impossible—only a handful of people knew about that!
"What?" he replied, playing dumb.
Hearing the confusion in his voice, Moanna's lips curled into a sudden smile. At least now she could settle her nerves.
She knew everything.
Time slipped by unnoticed until the car pulled up to Aspen Hospital. The nurses all recognized Logan's spotless black car—nothing fancy, but impeccably clean, just like the man himself.
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