Chapter 87

The air was quiet in the car as I drove Lily home. She sat in the back seat, bundled in a blanket, hugging her stuffed rabbit. Her eyes were tired, swollen from crying, but she didn’t say a word. “Do you want to listen to music?” I asked gently, glancing at her through the mirror. She shook her head without looking up. I didn’t press her. When we got home, the butler opened the door right away. “Welcome back, miss,” he said with a soft nod. “Sir is on his way.” Lily slipped off her shoes and went straight to the couch, curling up without speaking. I sat beside her and rubbed her back slowly. The door opened again. “Where is she?” Logan’s voice filled the room, low but full of worry. “She’s right here,” I said softly. He rushed to the couch, kneeling beside us. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said gently. “I heard what happened.” Lily looked up, her eyes wet. She sniffled and leaned into me. “She had a panic attack,” I whispered. “It was bad.” Logan’s gaze turned to me. He didn’t look angry. In f