Ella
“Your mother?” I asked, shooting Logan a quizzical look. “What does your mother have to do with this case?”
The weight of Logan’s gaze was palpable as he began to speak. “The land... it’s more than just an asset, Ella.”
His voice was soft, yet there was an undeniable intensity lurking beneath. I leaned forward, genuinely intrigued. His usually unreadable face hinted at vulnerability, a side of him I had yet to see.
“My mother used to own a shop there,” he started, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. “It was her pride and joy—a little sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. It was the last piece of independence she had.”
I watched him closely, the atmosphere thickening with every word. “Your mother? But I thought she was always... well, with your father.”
