Logan Frost's Mysterious Identity

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The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the blinds when Logan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling him from the warmth of sleep.

He blinked against the brightness, disoriented for a moment before the familiar weight of responsibility settled over him.

Mia was still sleeping soundly beside him, her head resting against his chest, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt as if afraid to let go even in her dreams.

Logan reached for his phone, careful not to disturb her. Sam’s name flashed on the screen, and with a sigh, he swiped to answer.

“Sam,” Logan whispered, his voice still heavy with sleep. “What is it?”

On the other end, Sam’s voice was crisp and clear, as if he had been up for hours. “Sorry to wake you, boss, but I thought you’d want to hear this. Melissa’s been found.”

Logan’s breath caught, and he slowly disentangled himself from Mia, making sure she stayed asleep. He quietly slid out of bed and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

“Where?”