#Chapter 156 - My Family's Crimes

Emily The hospital room is quiet except for the faint beeping of monitors and the low rustle of papers as Logan shuffles through hospital forms. He’s scribbling notes, signing documents, and trying to manage my postpartum recovery schedule with the meticulous precision that’s always defined him. I watch him from the bed, Peter swaddled beside me in a small bassinet, the soft rise and fall of his chest soothing in its simplicity. I should be helping, checking the forms, asking questions, but my mind keeps drifting back to that strange vision I had earlier — the one where I saw a younger Logan with his parents. The way it lingered in my chest, tight and insistent, makes my fingers itch for something tangible, something to hold onto that might ground me. Without thinking, I reach for my mother’s locket, cold metal pressing into my palm. I close my eyes and cradle it against my chest. The instant it touches me, the hospital room disappears. The hum of machines, the sterile scent, t