“Now that everyone’s here, let’s get started,” Logan said, his voice flat and emotionless.

He sounded more like a hired coordinator than a grieving son—detached, like none of it really touched him.

Even with Ethan gone, Logan had handled every funeral detail with eerie efficiency—calm, methodical, almost robotic. It was unsettling, how unshaken he seemed, like grief couldn’t get to him anymore.

Miles didn’t say a word. Ashton stood ...