Moira's POV

I find Logan in his office, hunched over pack reports with the afternoon sun casting harsh shadows across his face. The familiar scent of green tea and peaches that usually comforts me feels distant today, almost muted.

'Just be reasonable. Start gentle.'

"Logan?" I step inside and close the door behind me. "Can we talk?"

He looks up, and for a moment his face brightens. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

I ...