"I know," I said flatly. After a brief pause, I added, "I’m not a child anymore."

Logan’s expression shifted slightly, and he gave me a bitter smile. "I guess I just worry too much."

I stayed silent, unsure how to respond.

"Be careful when you walk. Don’t get distracted," he said, his tone soft.

I nodded, but the memory of my dream from the previous night—Logan covered in blood—flashed in my mind. Seeing him now made my chest tighten.

Instinctively, I ...