Ava’s POV

I kept staring at my hand like it belonged to someone else.

The diamond sparkled under the soft morning light filtering through Logan's bedroom window, catching on every glint of sunshine as if it were winking at me,teasing me about how impossible it all felt. I turned my hand side to side, the ring glimmering with each movement, delicate and perfect. And real.

I was engaged.

To Logan.

To Logan Carter, the same man who disappeared from my life two years ago ...