Logan's POV

Getting on my feet, I paced around, stealing frequent glances at my wall clock. I would have left the house to see Martin if my mom hadn't informed me about her plans to see me. With each step I took, I felt my heart rampaged with several thoughts swirling in my mind.

After a few minutes, the door creaked, and I turned towards it. My mom walked in, her heels clacking on the tiles with her handbag strapped on her shoulder. She was in an off-the-rack magenta dress with golden accessories on her neck.

I walked up to her, welcoming her in with a grin on my face....