Logan's pov

Days passed, and I kept trying. Small texts, short calls, even dropping by the bakery to catch her during a break. Every attempt met cold walls or silence. But I knew beneath the frost, she was melting slowly.

One evening, I found her closing up the bakery late. She was exhausted but determined. I stepped inside, my heart pounding. Maybe this might be my chance.

I should’ve walked away when I saw the storm brewing in her eyes.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t ,I wanted ...