“I think it’s best you pack some things,” I interrupted, my tone calm, steady. “You need to leave.”

His mouth opened and closed, words failing him. “We need to talk about this,” he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction.

I shook my head slowly. “There’s nothing left to say, Logan. Your actions spoke volumes.”

He lingered, as though searching for the right words to sway me, but found none. Eventually, he nodded, resigned, and turned away, his footsteps heavy as they retreated down the hallway.