Ava’s POVThe rain tapped against the window like a persistent melody, filling the quiet space between us. Logan was sitting across from me, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. His demeanor was calm, as always, but there was an edge of curiosity in his gaze—one I couldn’t ignore.I took a deep breath. “Logan, I need your help with something.”He looked up from his coffee, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “What kind of help?”“I need to find someone,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can you help me find Oliver? He's disappeared.”For a moment, Logan didn’t react. Then he leaned back in his chair, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Oliver, huh?”I nodded, unsure of what to expect. Logan always seemed like the kind of person who could find anyone, but the thought of asking him felt daunting.“You’re asking the wrong guy,” he said, shrugging. Logan's expression remained calm, but there was a slight tension in his jaw. "Ava, I wish I could help, but I don't
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