"I'm Logan's mother. Martha Kingsley."
Jean's entire body tensed.
Of course.
Another Kingsley.
Seeing Jean's reaction, Martha gave a small smile. "I was about to leave... but since you're awake..." she said gently. She stepped a little closer but stayed near the door, respecting Jean's space.
Jean narrowed her eyes, suspicion crawling up her spine. She had no idea what this woman wanted from her.
An apology?
A warning?
A demand?
But Martha didn't seem like she was here for any of those things.
"I just wanted to say..." Martha's voice softened even further, almost like she was speaking from a place of deep, maternal gratitude. "Thank you. For saving my son."
Jean blinked, caught off-guard.
"I know my Logan," Martha continued with a soft chuckle. "Stubborn as a mule. Always has been. He would have tried to survive the island on his own just to prove something." She smiled sadly. "But... I know he wouldn't have made it without you."
