LOGAN’S POV

My office was quiet.

I stared at the documents on my desk, the numbers blurring together. My pen hovered over the page, but nothing was making sense. I had been sitting here for hours, pretending to work, pretending I could focus.

But I couldn’t.

I was hurting deeply.

The fact that I and Amelia were… done.

I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back in my chair.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, hitting the armrest with my fist not too loud, but loud enough to release ...