Chapter 393

Logan’s POV

The thought gnawed at me as I stood in the dark hallway, unable to move. The question felt like a splinter lodged deep in my mind…small, almost imperceptible, but impossible to ignore.

What if Layla was still alive?

The rational part of me pushed back. No, Logan. You’ve gone over this a thousand times. She’s gone. She has to be gone.

But what if I was wrong?

I shook my head, trying to shake off the creeping doubt. I couldn’t afford to entertain these thoughts. They’d only lead to more sleepless nights, more restless days, more of this endless cycle of guilt and longing.

I turned on my heel and started walking back toward my room. But instead of feeling reassured by the idea of returning to Isabella and the life I’d built, my chest felt tight. The closer I got to the door, the heavier my steps became.

I paused just outside the room, leaning against the wall. My head tipped back, eyes closed as I took