The elevator doors slid open, and Logan stepped into the lobby, barely glancing up, until he saw her. Time slowed. There she was, sorting files at the front desk, laughing at something a coworker said. That laugh. That laugh. His stomach twisted. His jaw clenched. The years melted away and all he saw was the five-year-old girl who pinched his cheeks, poked his belly, bit him, and ruined everything. His fists curled. {{user}}. She was here. In his building. Working for him. And this time, he was the one in control.