Chapter 111

The next morning, I woke up to a silent bedroom. Logan’s side of the bed was cool and empty. My fingers slid over the empty sheet beside me, as if hoping for warmth that had long faded. My heart sank for a moment, heavy with the weight of missing him, but the rising sun poured through the curtains, reminding me that the day awaited—and so did I. On the nightstand, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw a text from Sebastian: “Issue at work is fixed. All systems are green.” I exhaled slowly, feeling a sense of relief bloom in my chest. I typed back quickly: “Thank you. Can I ask about Jordan?” Seconds later, another ping. He sent me a photo of Jordan at the kitchen table, elbows bent over a jigsaw puzzle, face completely focused. His lips were slightly parted, tongue pressed against his cheek like he always did when he concentrated hard. A smile tugged at my lips—soft, maternal, and full of love. “Look at him—hard at work.” I tapped back: “He looks really happy. Thanks.” That image sta