{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan shifted back, his body transforming seamlessly, and his naked form stood before my eyes, commanding attention. It was the perfect distraction from the chaos that had been ripping through my mind. For a moment, I could let go of everything, even if it was just for a fleeting second. His presence was grounding, a brief respite from the storm of betrayal and confusion swirling inside me.He moved toward me, his strong arms easily lifting me from where I’d been sitting. His eyes dropped to the blood on my scraped skin, his brow furrowing in concern. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with an undertone of protective urgency.“I’m…” I tried to answer, but the words wobbled in my throat, shaky and uncertain. As I glanced to the side, my vision locked onto Aisha. She was still standing there, frozen in place, her face pale with shock. Her wide eyes reflected a mix of remorse and fear that only deepened my own confusion. How had it come to this?“I
{~~Logan Grey~~}My heart was still racing from what had happened that day. The adrenaline from earlier was still coursing through me, and I couldn’t shake the image of her being shoved like that. If I hadn’t stepped out to check on her—if I’d been even a second late—I might have been staring at her lifeless body instead of having her in my arms. The mere thought sent a chill down my spine, and a nauseating wave of fear rippled through me.The truth was, it scared the living hell out of me. I didn’t want to admit it, but that incident forced me to confront something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. If I ever doubted how I felt about her, that moment of sheer panic, that gut-wrenching fear of losing her, wiped away every ounce of doubt. My feet were glued to the ground for what felt like an eternity, my mind racing, my heart pounding. Yet somehow, my instincts kicked in just in time. I didn’t even think—just reacted.But the aftermath of it all was still rattling me when my phone buz
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I stared down at the notebook, the pages crisp and untouched, almost mocking me with their pristine appearance. I hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether I truly wanted to dive into the depths of whatever Ava had scribbled down. After everything that had happened, a part of me wasn’t ready to face whatever new horrors she had recorded. But the rational part of me knew that there might be something useful in there—something that could finally lead us to the answers we were desperately searching for.With a deep breath, I flipped open the notebook, letting my fingers brush over the first few pages. Ava had numbered each one meticulously, like some sort of twisted journal. On the very first page, she had written a contents list, mapping out where every piece of information could be found. I skimmed the list quickly, my eyes landing on one particular entry that made my heart skip a beat: Page twenty-six—“Location of the women.”For a moment, the world around me seem
{~~Logan Grey~~}I am going to be a father. Who let this happen?This question has been running through my mind for the past hour, ever since I woke up from what was supposed to be a peaceful nap. Avery and I had come home from the hospital three hours ago after another grueling shift, and tomorrow, we’ll be bringing Ava’s daughter home with us—as ours. Let me just say… we are in no way prepared for this. Not mentally, emotionally, or even physically. I mean, our house isn’t even set up for a child, let alone a baby. I should be sleeping right now, catching whatever rest I can before our lives completely change. But instead, I’ve been lying here, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything settle into my chest.Am I even ready to be a father? What do I know about raising a daughter? About raising any child, for that matter? It’s not like I’ve had a manual handed to me, detailing every step I’m supposed to take to make sure she grows up happy, healthy, and whole. What if I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}A few days have passed since we first read that note, and the gravity of what it revealed has been weighing on all of us. Ryan has been busy putting together a team to check out the motel we uncovered, piecing together clues, and preparing for what we might find there. Meanwhile, life has been marching forward, but it feels like we’re all holding our breath, waiting for the next disaster to hit.When I woke up this morning, the only thing on my mind was getting to the hospital. The lawyer and social worker were scheduled to arrive in a few hours, and it was critical to ensure everything was in place for the transition. We’d taken on the responsibility of Ava’s daughter, but with everything happening so fast, I felt woefully unprepared. We have a room for her, but cribs, clothes, diapers, and all the other things we still need? Yeah, we’re nowhere near ready.I cursed under my breath as I threw on clothes, running through a mental checklist. I had planned to take t
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I bit my thumb, trying to make sense of these brutal murders. I’d texted Logan already. Telling him to send his mother over to the house to fix up the spare room as a baby room since I won’t be leaving here any time soon. The victims we’d seen in the photos kept at Rex and Ava’s place were all accounted for.But as mentioned, the king’s daughter was missing. Why keep her? Leverage? He could be halfway across the world right now. What happened, Darren? Why the madness?I get his actions are a combination of the traumas he faced, and then ava... but people are still responsible for the choices they make. Couldn’t these women fight him off? There are thirty women here.The number of women found, the number of children discovered. This is all wrong. This method. Maybe I need to sink back and consider what his motive truly is. Because he’s not doing anything in a particular pattern like a serial killer would.They leave pieces of themselves in each murder. Be it the wa
{~~Logan Grey~~}Today was an exhausting day, and it was only past noon. Fucking hell.The lawyer and social worker were a disappointment, to say the least. They barely spared me more than a glance when they arrived, handed me the paperwork with all the enthusiasm of someone handing out fliers, and told me to sign them and have them delivered to the head office once Avery had signed as well. I was taken aback by their lack of engagement. When I asked when they’d be coming to the house to check things out and make sure everything was in order for the adoption, they casually informed me they wouldn’t. No inspection, no follow-up visit, nothing. It was as if the whole process was just a formality to them, an item to be ticked off a checklist. Because of the case surrounding the girl, they’re not even close to being interested. They were out the door within fifteen minutes, leaving behind an unsettling sense of indifference.I sighed deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on me
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan’s mother did an exceptional job with the spare room. She must have worked tirelessly because when I stepped inside, it was as if the room had been designed for a child to grow up in—a little haven of warmth and safety. The walls were painted a soft, calming lavender with hand-painted butterflies fluttering across one side. The crib was a gleaming white, surrounded by plush toys and blankets neatly folded on top of the changing table. There were shelves already stocked with baby books, diapers stacked like towers, and jars of baby food arranged in perfect rows. She thought of everything.Earlier that day, after my panic attack, Logan had taken me to the hospital. My heart had been racing, my breathing shallow, and my mind scattered in a dozen directions. I could barely think straight. Logan, calm and ever patient, had sat with me as they administered something for the headache that had been pounding at my temples. He told me I should try to sleep it off, that