Lynn’s POV:
"Logan," I begin, setting my phone down carefully. "We should probably talk."
He turns slowly, his ocean-blue eyes searching my face. "About?"
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "About this morning. About how I've been acting."
Something flickers in his expression—hope, maybe, or concern. He leans back against the counter, giving me space to speak.
"I owe you an apology," I continue, the words coming easier now that I've started. "In the gym, I was... forward. Inappropriate, even. And I'm sorry."
Logan's eyebrows draw together. "Lynn—"
"Please, let me finish." I twist my hands in my lap, needing to get this out. "Charles's betrayal—with my own sister—it's destroyed more than just my trust. It's made me question everything about myself. My worth, my de
