#Chapter 155 - The Results Are In...

Logan I stare at Emily, still curled up in the hospital bed, her hair mussed from exhaustion, a tiny crease between her brows as she watches me. She’s quiet, contemplative, and I can’t quite figure out what she means when she says she’s proud of me in that soft, lingering way. “What do you mean?” I ask, voice low, uncertain. My words feel small in the quiet room, swallowed by the hum of the machines and the faint beeping from the monitors. Before she can answer, the door opens abruptly. Tony strides in, his presence commanding even in the sterile calm of the hospital. “Logan, turn on the news. Now.” I frown, confused, glancing at Emily. Her eyes flick to the small television mounted in the corner of the room, but she doesn’t speak. There’s a pause, heavy and stretching, before Tony’s hand hovers near the remote. “Do it,” he insists. “you need to see this.” Reluctantly, I flip the switch, the screen flickering to life. At first, it’s just the familiar anchors reporting routi