Before Logan could dwell any further, Hannah's cab pulled up outside. He walked her to the door and helped her in.
"Go home," he said, tucking the seatbelt across her shoulder. "Rest. We'll talk later."
Just as he was about to shut the door, Hannah grabbed his hand gently. Her voice was quieter now, more fragile.
"Be nice to her, Logan," she said. "She's going through too much. I don't know what happened in her past, but… I can see it in her eyes. She's carrying too much weight alone."
Logan felt his throat tighten.
"She'll come to you," Hannah continued. "Maybe not today. Maybe not soon. But when she really needs someone… she'll reach for you. Be there. And until then… keep the romance alive, will you?"
Logan chuckled softly and shook his head. "What are you? A love expert now?"
Hannah grinned, eyes sparkling despite the heavy day. "Maybe. Older sisters are for wisdom, little sisters are for truth bombs."
He watched the cab drive off, her words echoing in his ears.
