Page 73 of Logan

It is not the one she forces when someone at the clubhouse asks if she’s okay. It is not the one she gives me when she thinks I need reassurance.

This one is hers. Wild, reckless, defiant against every ghost that tried to steal it.

And, it undoes me.

I want to pull the bike over right then, strip off the helmet, and tell her everything that claws at my chest. That I am proud of her. That I am grateful beyond words that I get to ride this road with her. That every breath she takes feels like a gift I don’t deserve.

We ride for miles, letting the wind carry the rest of the world away. The past falls behind us with every turn of the wheels. The pain, the shadows, the memories that used to choke her, they don’t vanish, but they loosen their grip, left behind on the asphalt as the horizon opens wide.

It’s just pavement and possibility.

Eventually, I pull us into a quiet overlook. The bike slows, the engine rumbling softer until I cut it off, leaving only silence, the kind that hums with everything unsaid. Both of us are breathing heavy, not from exhaustion, but from adrenaline and freedom, like the ride itself filled our lungs with new life.

She takes off her helmet, shaking out her braid, cheeks flushed, eyes burning with the kind of light that can’t be dimmed. It is not just happiness. It is victory. It is survival wrapped in fire.

I pull mine off too, the cool air brushing my sweat-damp hair, and I just look at her. For a second, I forget to breathe.

“You good?” I ask, my voice rough, because all the words I want to say have tangled in my throat.

She steps off the bike, her boots crunching gravel, and moves close until she is pressed against me. Her palms rest flat against my chest, warm through my shirt, grounding me like she always has.

“I’m better,” she says. And I know she means it.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight, and press my forehead against hers. The world fades until it is only her heartbeat against mine. “We ride forward now. No looking back.”

Her lips curve in the softest smile, and she nods. “Then let’s go.”

And we do.

Together.

Because the road ahead isn’t just open.

It’s ours.

Forever.