Isabelle's POV
"So…ask me what you want to know about me." He said.
"I don't want to sound like I am so into your business…" I hesitated, unsure if I should ask the questions swirling in my mind.
"Go on…"
"Have you…ever had someone you love?"
Logan's expression shifted subtly, his gaze flicking to the river again as if searching for the right words.
Did I say something wrong?
He let out a breath, his fingers tapping gently against the edge of the table, a rhythm that seemed to reflect a quiet conflict within. "Yes," he admitted, his voice low, almost a whisper. "A long time ago."
I felt a pang of something — guilt? Curiosity? — stirring in my chest. His demeanor had shifted from its usual guarded composure to something more open, more vulnerable.
"What happened?" I asked gently, leaning in.
