#Chapter53
Stepping into Antonina's house felt like a fresh start for Logan. It was not just a small house with old and cheap furniture or worn out paint, broken basin, or a small kitchen.
It was his home.
Home. He never thought he would ever say that word before. His house was not home; it was just a house filled with material things. It did not give him the peaceful feeling he had right now.
/"Home sweet home,/" he said finally and plopped down on the couch, the weight of his trip and emotional turmoil from earlier, finally resting on his shoulders.
/"Don't you think you should probably take a shower before relaxing? You've been travelling for hours, now you are covered in sweat from all that exercising you were doing,/" Ants complained and dropped her things on the floor.
Logan laughed at her last comment. /"Exercising?/" He joked.
