Chapter 107

The private jet touched down in the city with barely a jolt, but the silence between us was heavy. Logan sat across from me, eyes glued to the window, fingers tapping his knee in an uneven rhythm. His phone buzzed every few minutes—messages, updates, pressure. I didn’t ask. I just sat with Lily, holding her close while she clutched her teddy bear and leaned into my side. She didn’t ask questions either. But I could tell she was picking up on all of it—Logan’s tension, my worry, the silence that should’ve been filled with reassurance. The moment we stepped off the plane, Logan’s father was already waiting. He didn’t greet anyone, just walked straight up to Logan and pulled him aside without a glance at me. I watched them from a distance, but I didn’t need to hear it all. “…before she lost consciousness…” “…said she’ll never forgive you…” “…if you marry her.” My stomach dropped. Logan’s posture stiffened. His father’s voice stayed low and sharp, like a warning. When Logan finally looked