Chapter 72

Logan finally returned late that evening. The door opened slowly, and I looked up from the couch where I’d been sitting for hours, staring at nothing. He stepped in, his shoulders heavy, eyes tired. The moment he saw me, his face fell. “I’m sorry…” he said. My heart stopped. “Why?” I asked quickly, standing up. He didn’t speak right away. He looked like he was choosing his words carefully. His lips parted, then closed again. Finally, he walked toward me and sat down. “You deserve to know the truth,” he said softly. I stared at him, waiting, feeling a storm rising in my chest. He took a deep breath. “My father told me something tonight. He didn’t want to say it at first, but after what happened today… he had no choice.” My heart pounded in my chest. “What is it?” Logan looked at me. His eyes were filled with a mixture of shock, sadness, and something I couldn’t place. “He said… you look exactly like someone he used to love. His former fiancée.” I blinked. “His what?” "Josephine," Logan