“Hazel, if you’ll come with me, there’s something I need to ask you about,” said one of the junior level staff. A question like this wasn’t too unusual, as with my departure, many people were asking me to help them with the small things I almost always took care of myself.But with the timing, quart
Eventually, I had finished speaking with everyone else in the room, aside from Cameron, and made my way to Logan, Dylan, and Tina.“I can always tackle her or something,” Maria suggested helpfully.I laughed a little, but told her, “I can handle this. Go get that cake going before Cameron runs off w
Pushing past Tina, I exited the bathroom, nearly running straight into Dylan.“Hazel? You okay?”“I’m fine,” I told him, not wanting him to worry about how unnerved Tina’s words left me. He likely noticed, eyeing me strangely. “I just want to get back to my party.”He stepped to the side and let me
Russford was smaller than I’d been expecting. The downtown consisted mainly of three buildings: a town hall, a bank office, and the Hatfield Supply branch office where I now found myself working.My new apartment was one of three above a local grocery store with an outside stairwell entrance.Most o
“Tina? What the hell are you doing here? And where the hell are your clothes?”Logan immediately smacked his hand over his eyes, blocking as much as the scene as I could. Unfortunately, much of it had already, unintentionally been burned into his eyes.“Don’t be so dramatic, lover. I’m here to give
In that moment, Logan realized just how much Tina had screwed him in that moment. She’d said all that on purpose, knowing Hazel was on the floor.“Hazel…”“I’m going to hang up now,” Hazel said.“Don’t!” Logan said quickly. “Please. Just let me explain…”I wanted to hang up the phone. I’d heard Tina
Logan listened very carefully as Hazel repeated the names, “Frank and Tammy Christopher.” It was as he thought then.He had not heard those names in quite some time.“Logan? Is everything okay?” Hazel asked. “Do you know them?”That was a difficult question to answer. He might have known them. Chri
“Your… son…?” I continued pointing at the framed picture of Logan, confusedly looking between it and Tammy.“Oh,” she said suddenly. “This must be very confusing for you if you know him. I doubt he talks about us.”“He’s ashamed of us,” Frank said, sitting. Candy curled into the space beside him. On
“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