Logan’s POVMy mother, since I know her, never knocked.She always has the habit of just appearing, like a storm you totally forgot you have with you until you suddenly cross paths again. “Nice penthouse you have there,” she started, stepping inside with the authority of someone who owns every corner of the house. “It's not childish, but warm and somehow stylish. Though I could tell it's slightly haunted by your guilt.”“ Mother!”“Yes, Logan!”She smiled, but it was obvious it didn’t reach her eyes. It never does, just smiling for the camera. She looked as expensive as always, but this time exhausted, though she looked exactly the way she was fifteen years ago, like a woman in charge of time, and can't be pushed into aging. Leigh stood in front of me in shock, not believing her ears. “I didn’t come all the way to this place to
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