His eyes rolled up into his head. The EMTs loaded him into the ambulance. I ran to my car and put the key in the ignition. I waited until they closed the doors and pulled away from the curb, and I followed them for as long as I was able to before they sped out of sight. I pulled out my phone. “Cal
Dylan lowered his head and sighed. He pulled away from me and gestured for me to walk ahead of him. “Ladies first,” he said, more than a twinge of frustration in his voice. I gave him a sad smile before I walked to the clerk. Part of me was frustrated by the interruption, but part of me felt tha
Betty nodded and walked away to grab the drinks. I leaned back in the booth, the weight of the evening finally hitting me. I stifled a yawn. “Long day, huh?” Dylan said. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I said, letting out another yawn. “It just now caught up to me.” “We can go if…” “No way, not without
The next morning I sat in a most uncomfortable chair next to Logan’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. I flipped through a fashion magazine that I found in the waiting room, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. I sighed and closed it. A moment later there was a knock at the door. I stood to a
“Hazel, I…” he trailed off. He sat as straight up as he could manage. He placed his free hand gently on the back of my neck and pulled me in closer to him. He looked me in the eyes, then down at my mouth, then finally closed his eyes. I followed suit and closed mine. I let my lips part slightly. M
Dylan watched Hazel as she walked towards the exit. He wondered what had her so…anxious? Frazzled? He couldn’t quite tell. He waited until the nurse left Logan’s room, then he entered. Logan was sitting up in bed, watching TV. “Hey man,” Dylan said, sitting in the chair next to the bed. “How y
I shook my head and pulled the burrito from my purse. “The fuck?” She said. “Dylan got this for me.” “Dylan? I’m so confused. You kissed Logan and Dylan bought you a burrito?” Maria said, giving me the side eye. “Oh!” I said. “Oh my god, I haven’t told you about last night yet.” “Unless it
Maria’s words echoed in my head as I drove back to the hospital. I didn’t have an answer to that. I really wanted the universe or anyone else to decide for me. Although part of me felt like none of this was even real, still, and there was no choice to be made because this all had to be my imaginat
“I’ve been in this game for too long,” Senior said. “When I first got the news, I could only think about my legacy. I became obsessed with it. I’m not like you, Walter. I didn’t think about my family, or anyone else. Only myself.” “It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks,” Mr. Hudgens said. He la
“Janice,” Senior said. All smug arrogance disappeared from his voice. “What are you doing here?” “At first I didn’t think I would come,” Janice replied. “After all these years… I didn’t want to see your face ever again for as long as I lived. Better to leave well enough alone. But… after hearing e
I glanced down at my pink blouse and gray slacks. What was so wrong with my outfits? I dressed professionally… mostly. He really thought I needed supervision to pick out an outfit.Looking at Logan, I saw my own disbelief mirrored back at me. This was absolutely ridiculous.“Is that it?” Walter aske
In front of the partition screen, a large table had been assembled, with rows of chairs on either side, facing each other. We took our side, and Senior and his team of lawyers took theirs. There were so many lawyers that many of them had to stand.Senior sat across from Logan, though his glare of di
“He might surprise us,” Dylan said, a shred of hope in his voice, under a healthy level of cynicism.“Don’t hold your breath,” Frank replied.“The problem is we don’t know fully what to expect,” Mabel said. “Well – other than Senior being a crotchety asshole who will try to cheat us at every turn. W
“It’s time to talk to Logan and Hazel and stop this whole thing,” Dylan said. “You are outnumbered and outmatched, with so many people ready to stand against you.”Opening the top of the folder, Senior glared down at the stack of papers in the stack. “Disgruntled former employees. Fake friends. Fami
“We were just hoping to talk to her,” I said.The man’s brow lifted slightly. “Are you selling something? Wait -- why do you look familiar?” Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at us with suspicion. Then, suddenly, recognition must have struck him because his eyes widened. “You’re those people from the new
Despite the general unpleasantness of the conversation with the mayor and the governor, they eventually agreed to let us go. They had no real reason to hold us, and Logan saw through their veiled threats easily enough.In fact, he even seemed to make them feel to make them feel like unsupportive fri
That day, we changed our minds and decided to release six interviews to the website, with Michael Hatfield’s being the final. Overnight, the story gained so much national traction that the sheriff and two security men show up at our door.“Logan Hatfield? Hazel Whitaker? The mayor wants to speak wit