The front door flew open.
Logan appeared half-dressed for work, his tie hanging loose around his neck.
“Chels? What happened? I heard something break.”
Chelsea turned toward him, her normally polished, arrogant face twisted with pure terror.
She handed him the papers without saying a word.
Logan read them.
The color drained from his face.
In one second, he went from confident businessman to frightened little boy.
“Dad…” he whispered.
He pulled out his phone and called me.
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