<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I just want to find Jonathan!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I really saw him, I did! It was Jonathan, it was him…” I broke down in tears. “Please, let me go find. Jonathan. I need to see my brother…”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A broad, warm chest enveloped me as though cradling something precious, something irreceable.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I caught the familiar scent of pine, mingled with a faint, intoxicating fragrance, the kind only a clean, crisp man carried. I had only ever smelled it on Jonathan.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Shh. Don’t cry, Ari. It’s okay. You saw him. It was your brother, you didn’t imagine it,” he coaxed gently, his voice soothing.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But my sobs only grew louder. Despite my struggles, he held me firmly, refusing to let me get out of bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, pinning me down with a calm, steady grip.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Don’t get too worked up. The doctor said you hit your head again, and you can’t handle any more sudden triggers.” Logan’s tone shifted, bing moremanding.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Slowly, I began to calm down. He stayed there, holding me close, his body pressing mine gently against the bed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After a while, I whispered, “I’m okay now. You can let me go.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan hesitated but finally released me, Still cautious, he sat by the bed, watching me with a serious expression to make sure I wouldn’t lose control again.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I wiped my tears away, my voice hoarse. “Where’s Jonathan?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan sighed deeply. “He said… he doesn’t want to see you right now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Fresh tears welled up in my eyes. “Why? Please, tell me why! Did I do something unforgivable in the past? Is that why he won’te?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan’s lips pressed into a thin line. His silence was all the confirmation I needed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I started crying again. A tissue appeared in front of me. Through my tear–blurred eyes, I looked up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan handed it to me. “Wipe your tears. Enough crying.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“But… Jonathan…” I choked out. As my emotions surged once more, Logan suddenly ced a hand over my mouth.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I said, no more crying.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His long fingers covered my lips. His hand was sorge that it nearly cupped the entire lower half of my</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">face.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing that I had finally quieted down, Logan slowly spoke again. “Your brother’s still in the country. He just has a few things he needs to figure out, but I believe you two will reconcile.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I looked up at him, teary–eyed, and instinctively clutched his sleeve. “Really?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan nodded, his tone firm. “Yes. But first, you need to rest and heal. Then, you’ll fight.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Fight?” I blinked in confusion. “Fight for what?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan’s expression darkened slightly. “Don’t you want to take back everything that belongs to you? Don’t you want justice?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chande</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was stunned at first, but after a long pause, I nodded firmly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan smiled. He patted my head, just as he always did. “Good girl.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I suddenly pressed his hand to my cheek, looking into his eyes with determination. “Logan, you have to help me”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan was momentarily taken aback. Slowly, his long fingers brushed away the lingering tears on my face. “Alright,” he whispered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The next day, I learned that after Elijah had dragged me away, Teri had immediately contacted Logan</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan reported me missing right away, but since it hadn’t been long enough to officially file a case, the police weren’t too eager to help.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After hiring awyer, the authorities finally agreed to check traffic cameras, and they utilized the city’s surveincework to track down Elijah’s car.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Halton City was massive. Finding a single vehicle was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Luckily. Elijah hadn’t bothered hiding his tracks, and they quickly pinpointed a vi on the outskirts of town. That was where they found me.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing this, I nervously asked Teri, “Was it really Jonathan?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri nodded. “Yes. Your brother rushed here the moment he heard. He was the one who kicked down the</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">door.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mr. Wood tried to stop him, but there was no holding him back. After you passed out, your brother went mad and punched Elijah several times.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“If the police hadn’t arrived, that scumbag might not have seen the next sunrise.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing that, a mixture of joy and unease filled my heart. I was happy that Jonathan still cared about me, that he still saw me as his precious little sister.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But at the same time, I was terrified–would Jonathan ever forgive me?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As if sensing my thoughts, Teri smiled reassuringly. “Ari, just focus on getting better. Everything will fall into ce afterward.”</font></font>Content ? N?velDrama.Org.