Logan's POV

The drive to my home was thick with silence, a heavy feeling gnawing at my chest. I sighed in exhaustion as I drove into the house and parked at the garage. Alighting from the car, I took my car key and walked into the building. An eerie silence greeted me, and I felt relieved after taking off my shoes.

Walking into the room, I took off my tie and suit, my eyes darting around.

“Good afternoon, Sir Logan,” Martha, one of the maids , greeted me politely as she approached me.

She was in an apron, nose mask and broomstick. She has been cleaning the mansion since I...