LOGAN'S POV
I had somehow managed to convince Amira to come with me, and looking at her now, curled up so gently in my arms, I couldn’t be more grateful that she agreed. It hadn’t been easy getting her to say yes—she was hesitant, caught between her emotions and the memories she left behind—but in the end, she came, and that meant more to me than I could put into words. Now, on our flight back to Manchester, seated beside my father and Alex, I felt a quiet sense of contentment settle over me. The hum of the airplane, the dimmed lights, the quiet around us—it all added to the strange peace I felt with her tucked so closely against me. She had drifted off about an hour ago, exhaustion finally winning over after everything we’d been through, and now she slept soundly in my arms like she belo
