Logan's POV

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

I stepped inside and dropped my keys on the console near the door. The sound echoed a little too loud in the empty hallway. My footsteps followed, heavy, each one reminding me that this place no longer felt like home.

The lights were on, thanks to the staff but there was no warmth.

Once upon a time, this house was alive. Mom used to sing in the kitchen, with the staff even off-key. My sister, Erica, would sneak into the living room, blast her ...