Logan's POV

I stood in front of Emma's door, my hand raised, ready to knock. I held my breath for a moment, trying to hear something from behind the door—maybe Emma or the children. But it was silent. I knocked softly, "Emma... are you asleep?" my voice was almost a whisper, afraid to disturb her, but also hoping for an answer.

There was no response.

I knocked again, a little louder this time, but still no sound came. Maybe she was fast asleep. Or maybe... she didn't want to talk to me.

I decided to open the door slowly. The room was dark, only the moonlight coming through the thin...