“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 don’t think it will last,” I told Tammy, who accepted my words with a sage nod.“I had a suspicion,” Tammy said. “She doesn’t seem very nice when people try to interview her. I’ll support whoever he chooses, of course, but honestly, I always hoped he would fall in love with someone more down to e
At work, I once again asked my boss if I could take on more work.He looked at me strangely. “I don’t know how things are done down at the main office, but here in Russford, we don’t drown our employees. We take care of each other.”Didn’t he understand? I wanted to drown. If I thought it might have
“It’s not a matter of forgiveness,” I said, awakening from my post-coital glow. I rolled away from him and sat up, dangling my feet over the edge of the bed. He moved toward me and did the same. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You rejected her, and I’m glad for it.”“I wasn’t even tempted,” he assure
As it was so late when we had this conversation, we both decided to get some sleep and call the Christopher’s in the morning.In bed, I couldn’t sleep at all, wondering what a reunion might look like between Logan and his foster parents. He couldn’t sleep either from what I could tell, tossing and t
“I’m sorry to bother you, Tammy,” I said. “I hope you aren’t working today.”“No,” Tammy said. “Frank has a shift later, but he’s still home. Frank! Frank, it’s Hazel on the phone!”I winced as her loud voice crackled the speakers of my phone. I knew she meant well though, so I didn’t say a thing ab
I blinked a few times, reading and then rereading the message.Tina was trying to get into my head, that much was clear. But she was flopping hard right now. She was over there saying she was hooking up with Logan.She had no idea he was here in my apartment living room with me, looking at me with g
Natalie was quiet a moment. “Where should we meet?”Natalie was nervous to meet with Tina only so much that she didn’t want her reputation to be tarnished. One bad word from Tina, and Natalie might stop meeting such generous, rich men. She was tired of dating mechanics and plumbers.She wanted busin
“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