Nadine’s POV

As Logan prepares to leave, I reach out and grasp his arm, "Logan, stay."

His face illuminates with a radiant smile, and I'm struck by the uncanny resemblance to Shawn. The same piercing eyes, the same jawline.

Logan takes a step closer, his expressions were that of uncertainty, curiosity, and vulnerability.

My mom rises from her seat, interrupting the charged moment. "I'll call the doctor," she says, exiting the room.

"Thanks, Ma," Logan says, turning his head to watch her leave.

The room falls silent, with only the sound of our ragged breathing, I'm scared he would hear my heart pounding loudly.

I hold his gaze, my heart...