_Alyssa's POV_
I waited for Logan all evening. The sun had set hours ago, and the dinner I had prepared sat untouched on the table. I sat there, absentmindedly twirling a fork between my fingers, my stomach growling slightly. It wasn’t that I couldn’t eat without him—Logan would understand—but something in me just wanted to share this quiet moment with him. After everything we had been through, I longed for some normalcy, even if it was something as simple as having dinner together.
The door finally opened, and Logan stepped in, his presence immediately filling the room. He looked tired, his usual strong posture weighed down by the events of the day. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, loosening the collar as if trying to shake off the tension o
