Before I could hear more, the door creaked slightly, and I panicked, quickly stepping back and returning to my room where I lay down pretending to be asleep. A few minutes later I heard footsteps, then the bedroom door opened and Logan entered quietly, lying beside me without saying a word, but I knew something was very wrong.
From that night on, I could not rest peacefully, and every time I looked at Logan, the words echoed in my mind, the truth, losing everything, and I became determined to find out what they were hiding.
I continued acting normal during the day, cooking, smiling, and speaking with Evelyn as usual, but inside I was constantly observing.
I soon noticed something I had never paid attention to before, every night around one or two in the morning, Logan would quietly get out of bed and leave the room. At first I assumed he was going to the bathroom, but one night I decided to follow him.
I waited a few seconds after he left, then walked into the hallway and saw him standing in front of Evelyn’s door before slipping inside.