The next morning, Logan rose early, the cabin enveloped in a tranquil hush. The soft chirping of birds outside was a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. He sat at the small kitchen table, hands cradling a steaming mug of coffee, his eyes staring blankly at the swirling steam as though it held the answers to his turmoil. Every muscle in his body felt taut, his mind replaying Liam's late-night call like a relentless mantra.
The life he had left behind, the spotlight he had so willingly stepped away from, now loomed over him like a shadow he couldn't outrun. Could he return to the world of flashing cameras and suffocating interviews while Aurora's safety was still at risk? The thought felt like a betrayal, as though choosing himself would mean abandoning her.