Chapter 57

• That morning, Victoria woke up feeling a sense of relief that she rarely felt. The anxiety that had been haunting her mind was slowly fading away. Logan was starting to show signs of returning to his old self—not just a wounded and angry man, but someone trying to find his way back.
• Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden hue into the room. Warm. Bringing hope.
• In the kitchen, Victoria began preparing breakfast. Every movement felt like a ritual, giving her time to reflect on the days they had spent together. Cheese omelet for Abigail, fluffy pancakes for Logan, and warm lemon tea for herself. Her hope was simple—this morning would be a better start for everyone in this house.