*~~Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven~~*

{~~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