Chapter 829

Logan's POV

I couldn’t shake the image of Damien’s excited face as he tugged on my sleeve that morning. 

“Dad, can we go to that game house again? I want to play those combat games!” he pleaded, his eyes alight with anticipation. 

I glanced at him, his youthful enthusiasm warming my hardened heart. I’d seen how much these moments meant to him…how they briefly let him forget the weight of everything else.

“Alright, buddy,” I said, forcing a smile even as my mind churned with unspoken worries. 

“Let’s go have some fun.”

We drove to the game house…a rough, neon-lit place filled with the sounds of clashing gears and the cheers of young competitors. Inside, the air was charged with energy and adrenaline. 

I watched Damien dart toward a corner where kids were busy playing a combat-style game, their virtual battles echoing in the background. 

I decided to join him; after all, I needed to be there for