Chapter 335 #Chapter 83: Unspoken Words

• Ella
• After cleaning and dressing Logan’s wound, I sat back, studying his face for any sign of discomfort. The room was still, save for the quiet rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Warm light from the garage lamps washed over us from above, casting a soft glow that etched out the angles and curves of his face.
• I never thought that I would find a garage comforting, but something about this place made me feel warm and surprisingly safe.