Logan’s POV

I opened the door for her before I could change my mind.

She stood there.

I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked today.

White dress. Soft makeup. Eyes tired-- not from lack of sleep, but from holding too many emotions at once. I felt something inside me collapse.

I forced my face into something neutral.

“Come in,” I said quietly.

She stepped inside slowly, like she wasn’t sure she was welcome.

I moved back and gestured to the seat in ...