AMIRA'S POV
I couldn’t sleep at night no matter how many times I turned over, shifted positions, or tried to distract myself by staring at the ceiling. My thoughts were a tangled mess, and no matter how hard I tried to push them aside, they always circled back to one person—Kiera. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Logan; on the contrary, I believed him the moment he looked me in the eyes and told me he didn’t love her.
There was no hesitation in his voice, no flicker of doubt in his gaze. From the first time he opened up about her—about their long-standing friendship that dated back to childhood—I believed every word he said. I knew their bond wasn’t romantic in his eyes, and yet, even with all that trust between us, something still gnawed at me, a creeping insecurity that I couldn’t shake o
