Sora's POV
The moment Logan's lips pressed against mine, something inside me stiffened.
Not my body.
My heart.
I placed my hands on his chest, intending to gently push him away… to slow it down, to breathe, to think—
But before I could fully create distance between us, his phone rang.
The sharp vibration against his pocket felt like a lifeline thrown into chaos.
He pulled back immediately, frowning. "Sorry."
I exhaled quietly as he answered.
"Yeah? What happened?" His voice shifted in an instant. Warmth replaced by focus. Professional. Alert.
I watched his expression change.
"Is she stable? … No, don't wait. Prep the OR. I'm on my way."
He ended the call and ran a hand through his hair. "It's the clinic. Emergency surgery. I have to go."
And so he did.
That was Logan. Always needed. Always dependable. Like how I depended on him, on Yejin, on Hanna, everytime I mourn over the death of my husbands.
I nodded. "Go. Don't worry about me."
