Chapter 67

The night air was cool when I stepped out onto the balcony. The breeze carried a hint of salt and pine, like the kind you smell near a quiet lake in the woods. The wooden boards beneath my feet were smooth and slightly damp with dew. I wrapped my arms around myself to block the chill until Logan appeared beside me and handed me a cold bottle. “Beer?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. I took it with a small nod. “Thanks.” We stood side by side in silence, the only sound being the soft clink of glass as I tapped the bottle cap against the railing. The sky above was vast and dark, scattered with faint stars. Below, the city lights twinkled like fireflies—distant, golden, and dreamy. Logan leaned on the railing, elbows resting heavily, turning his beer bottle slowly in his hand like he was lost in thought. “Susan doesn’t want custody of Lily,” he said flatly, like he'd rehearsed it a thousand times. I glanced at him, the bottle paused halfway to my lips. “I know.” His head tur