Logan's POVGetting on my feet, I paced around, stealing frequent glances at my wall clock. I would have left the house to see Martin if my mom hadn't informed me about her plans to see me. With each step I took, I felt my heart rampaged with several thoughts swirling in my mind. After a few minutes, the door creaked, and I turned towards it. My mom walked in, her heels clacking on the tiles with her handbag strapped on her shoulder. She was in an off-the-rack magenta dress with golden accessories on her neck. I walked up to her, welcoming her in with a grin on my face. “Morning, mom,” I greeted, my teeth showing through a warm smile. “Morning, Logan,” She replied, scanning the opulent room and taking in the intricate details and grandeur that surrounded it.A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes as she took her gaze to me. “You've refurnished your flat!” “Yes, mom,” I replied, in a calm voice, still hinting at what she could possibly want to discuss about Emily. Her gaze
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