Page 155 of That Last Secret

Thomas spots me through the tiny window on the door and comes to meet me. He opens the door and starts to say something, but I hold up a hand to stop him. I don’t want to know. I need to find out for myself.

Instinctively, my hand covers my lower stomach.

Thomas might think I’m just nervous, holding my stomach. But it’s more than that. It’s a silent prayer for our baby, a plea for what’s behind the door to be him coming back to us.

To us.

I release a long, deep breath, my anticipation reaching a fever pitch, before I finally turn the doorknob.

My eyes land on Logan in the bed.

I don’t have time to react before my vision gets fuzzy from tears.

“Emmy.”

I thoughtI knew the pain when I was laying here, not being able to move in bed while she sat there and talked to me for however long I've been out of it.

But nothing will ever compare to the look on her face as she stands in the doorway, seeing me awake for the first time. It will be an image that will remain burned into my brain for the rest of my life.

She looks like she hasn't slept in days.

She looks… weak and tired and so damn small.

"Emmy," I repeat, ensuring she heard me the first time. My throat feels raw, and my voice comes out hoarse.

"Logan."

My head falls back into the bed, and I close my eyes.

I've dreamed about hearing her say my name again.

Hearing her say it while I'm awake feels even better than I imagined. It makes it feel real that she's still here.

That she didn't leave me.

Even after I walked out on her.

"Please, come here." I pat the side of the bed, my arms still feeling so heavy and weak.

She looks behind her at Thomas, standing right outside the door. He nods and closes the door behind her before she returns her gaze to me.

She takes one step in but doesn't come any further.

She almost looks… scared.

I don't blame her.

"Emmy." My voice is louder and more demanding this time, forcing me to choke. "Please."

She takes slow, tentative steps toward me.

And then she smiles. It's weak and barely noticeable, but it's a signmyEmiline is still there.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

I laugh, causing me to choke again.

She makes her way to my bedside, looking me up and down as if she doesn't believe I'm here. That she doesn't believe that I'm awake and alive.

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