Amelia’s POV

When I woke up the next morning, the sun was barely up.

My phone was still in my hand from last night, due to work I was doing. I checked my notifications, expecting a good morning text from Logan.

Nothing.

Just that cold "Goodnight" text from yesterday.

Short and dry. Not like him.

For some reason, that tiny message made my chest tighten yesterday. I was expecting warmth and got ice instead. But I shook the feeling off. Maybe he was tired. Maybe I was overthinking, like ...