Erica's POV

My brother is in a mood.

And when Logan is in a mood, the entire house notices it.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs, hugging the railing, watching him from the hallway. He sat at the dining table with a mug of black coffee, staring at his phone like the world was irritating him.

His jaw was tight.

His brows were pulled into a permanent frown.

And he kept tapping his finger against the screen like he wanted to punch it.

What's wrong with him, he was fine ...