Chapter 467 Rat Race

• Logan
• In the dead of night, the silence of my room felt oppressive, almost as if there was a tangible weight on my chest. It was almost two o’clock in the morning, and yet I wasn’t even close to finding sleep.
• My mind was a battlefield, thoughts of Ella, her past, and her reluctance to trust me swirling in a relentless storm. I wanted to empathize, to understand her pain, but frustration clawed at me. How could I make her see that I had changed, that my feelings for her were genuine?