Moira's POV

My hands shake against the sheets. Logan notices immediately, moving closer to my bedside.

"I need to speak with Lucas and Logan," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Alone."

Isabella nods. "We'll give you a moment."

The room empties until only the twins remain. Logan takes the chair beside my bed while Lucas leans against the wall, both watching me with careful attention.

'Just say it. They need to know ...