Logan's POV:
I always knew she was different.
Not just beautiful—though she was. Not just kind, or clever, or stubborn. Haley had something else. A stillness. A softness. A quiet strength that couldn’t be explained.
But what truly unsettled me, what left me awake some nights staring at the ceiling, was the way Lily looked at her.
Not like a nanny. Not like a guest.
Like someone she had been waiting for her whole life.
And maybe… maybe that’s why I started wondering. At first, it had been a passing thought. Then it turned into late nights reviewing timelines in my head. Could she have had Lily? Was there any overlap in our lives?
Of course not.
We’d never met before. She came into our lives out of nowhere.
And yet… how did she do it?
Teams of therapists, behavioral specialists, speech experts—none of them could get Lily to eat properly. To laugh. To speak.
But Haley? One hug, one shared bowl of soup, and Lily opened up.
Like she recognized her.
I even—God help me—considered ordering a
