My front collides with his chest as I struggle to break free. “Just let me go, please. I need to rest.”
But Logan holds tight, his breath fanning my face, threatening to crumble my resolve.
“Don’t you want to get answers to your questions?” he asks.
I try to steel myself, but my heart races at his words. And then he drops the bombshell: “Yes, someone is after your life.”
He says it so matter-of-factly like he’s commenting on the weather. I step back, unsure how to react to this news.
I need assurance, “You’re lying, right?” my voice barely above a whisper.
Logan’s face softens, and for a moment, I see pity in his eyes. “Wait, this is true?” I ask, with alarm, as I finally grasp the gravity of the situation.
He nods solemnly. “I wasn’t lying when I said someone was after your life. I’ve had two attempts to uncover who’s responsible, but both leads ended in dead ends.”
I’m stunned, my mind racing with fear. I shove my hands into my hair. “Oh my goodness!” I exclaim.
“My son, is he in danger too?” my voice trembled.
Logan’s expression turns intense, his eyes locking onto mine. “Nadine, that’s why I’m here for you,”
But I’m not satisfied. “How did you know?” my curiosity gets the better of me.
Logan’s smile infuriates me. “I have my ways, Nadine,”
I scream in frustration, “No! Don’t tell me you have your ways! I want to know!”
I look at Logan, searching for answers, but he’s still being cryptic. “I want to know everything,” trying to keep my voice steady.
Logan’s expression softens, and he takes a step closer to me. “Nadine, I’ll tell you everything I can, but you have to promise me one thing.”
I nod, desperate for any information. “What?”
“You have to trust me,” he says, his eyes locked onto mine. “Can you do that?”
I hesitate, unsure if I can trust this man who’s been so secretive. But something in his eyes makes me nod. “Yes, I’ll trust you.”
“Good. Remember that picture of you and Asher?” his eyes narrowing slightly.
I look at him sharply, a murderous glare flashing across my face. “That wasn’t me!” I growl.
Logan holds up his hands. “Chill, Nadine. My bad. I know it isn’t you. That picture is of him and his baby mama.”
My anger dissipates, replaced by confusion. “You mean his baby mama is… connected to me?” I ask, my mind racing.
Logan nods. “Yes, she is a splitting image of you. Your mom thought you were triplets, but you aren’t.”
I furrow my brow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “Oh my God,” I breathe. “She told me that we are triplets!”
“Nadine, your life is in danger because of your connection to Asher’s baby mama. She’s been hiding secrets, and now those secrets are putting you and your son at risk.”
Logan continues, “Her warning was subtle but clear.” She says, “You need to fight for Nadine, she’s in bed with very dangerous people.” Logan’s eyes lock onto mine, and then he looks away, leaving me speechless.
I’m struggling to process this new information. My legs tremble beneath me, and I slowly search for a seat, my eyes fixed on Logan as I sit down. What does she mean? Who are these dangerous people?
Who am I in bed with, except Ethan and Sydney’s family? Could they be after my life? What could have triggered this danger? I look at Logan, hoping he’ll shed more light, but he’s quiet, saying nothing.
I sense he feels he’s said enough and stares into space. Then it clicks – why did he say the leads were at a dead end?
Does it mean she won’t talk more about it? Where is she, and can I meet her? My mom can’t stop talking about her baby that was taken at birth.
“Logan, please, tell me more. Who is this woman, and why is my life in danger?” But he remains silent.
“She died after she left my house to warn me,” he says.
“What?!” I exclaim in shock. “You mean she died?”
He slowly nods his head, his expression somber. “Yes, she died.”
I’m stunned, trying to process this new information. Logan continues, “I saw a suspicious man at the accident scene. He ran when he saw me, but I chased him down and took him in for questioning.”
My eyes widen as Logan reveals more. “Just as he was about to reveal who sent him, he clammed up and died.”
“Oh my goodness, this is more serious than I thought. How ruthless can these people be? They just eliminate anyone who gets in their way?”
I voice my worst fear, “And now the one who attacked me at my home is dead in police custody.”
Logan slowly nods his head.
I rush back to the house, my heart racing with worry. I burst through the door, calling out, “My son! My son!”
I see my mother and son in the living room, eating together. I sigh in relief.
My mother turns to me, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay?” looking at me intently.
I nod, trying to reassure her. “Y… yes, I’m fine.”
Logan chimes in, “She’s fine, ma’am. Nadine, I’ll just head out. I have some important things to work on.”
He walks over to our son and plants a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll see you later, buddy.”
As he reaches the front door, he pulls out his phone to make a call. I watch him leave, wondering what’s next in this never-ending saga.
I try to shake off the feeling of unease, focusing on my son’s smiling face. But the questions linger, refusing to be silenced.
My mother’s voice breaks the spell. “Nadine, what’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I hesitate, unsure how much to reveal. But something about her concerned expression puts me at ease. “It’s just… nothing is going on,” I say, changing my mind.
I pull out a chair and sit down beside my mum, who’s still eyeing me with a questioning gaze. My stomach growls, reminding me I’m hungry, so I ask, “Can I please get some food?”
My mum nods, “Sure, dear. Make yourself comfortable.”
She gestures to the table, where a variety of dishes are spread out. I dig in, savoring the flavors as I eat.
The room is quiet, each of us lost in our thoughts. My mum’s eyes occasionally flicker towards me, concern etched on her face.
All I want is a warm bath and a cozy bed to escape into. But just as I’m starting to relax, a message notification ding in my phone, and that seems to startle me.