Logan blinked, momentarily surprised by the question. His brows relaxed a fraction as he answered, steady and calm.
"Her name is Amara. Henry is on leave for a few days, so I appointed her temporarily to assist me until he returns," He explained. "That's all. Why do you ask?"
Jean looked away for a moment, her knuckles tightening around the folder she held. She had not meant to sound so sharp… it wasn't like her to question him like that. Yet seeing Amara so close to Logan had stirred something raw inside her chest.
Logan, sensing the shift in her expression, stepped closer. "Jean, what's wrong? You didn't come here just to ask about her, did you?"
His tone was softer now… concerned and almost protective. Jean met his gaze, swallowing back the hesitation.
"Emma is missing, Logan," She said, her voice dropping to an unsteady whisper. "I need your help to find her. Before anyone else does."
