#Chapter 20: Torn Threads

(Logan’s POV) I’m still standing in Evelyn’s old room, frozen between time and memories, no longer dressed in the suit she crafted with the love I didn’t deserve. The fabric is smooth, almost silky, with sharp lines and tailored precision that hugs my frame. It was sculpted just for me. Now, it lies dead in my arms, like a black void. I never knew. I didn’t care. The scent of her still lingers faintly in this room, a mix of lavender and chamomile. It hits me hard, a punch to the chest. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the burn that gathers behind them. Damn it. Why now? Why am I only realizing what she meant to me when she's already slipping through my fingers? I barely hear the soft knock on the door before Emma walks in without waiting for a response. “What are you doing in Evelyn’s room?” she asks, trying to sound casual. But I catch the tightening around her mouth, the twitch in her forehead. She’s trying to play it cool, but her eyes are glued to the s