Logan walked to the couch and dropped his framed diplomas and briefcase onto the cushions.Facing away from me, he said, “You don’t seem surprised to see me back so soon.”“Maria just called,” I said. “She told me about the… changes… at work.” I started toward him. “Logan, I’m sorry.”“Grandfather w
“I’ll be there soon,” Logan said and hung up the phone. Glancing at me, he must have realized I was watching him, because with a sigh, his gaze dropped to the ground. “I have to go to my father’s house. It’s my mother… she…”As I listened intently, Logan recounted the conversation he had just had wi
With this likeness, there was no question this man was Logan’s father.When he spotted me, his eyes immediately narrowed. “I didn’t intend for you to bring your whore.”“Call her that again and I won’t care how much blood we share,” Logan said, voice dropping low. His hands curled into fists at his
Logan glared at his father for a long moment. Then, clear and crisp, he replied. “What happened to you, father? You were never a good man, but you were, at least, once a man. Now…” Logan waved to the entire state of his father. “You are a broken husk.”“Do as your grandfather wants you to do,” Logan
Logan squeezed my hand before letting go. Then, slowly, as if he was afraid of startling his mother, he came to stand at her side.“Mother? It’s Logan,” he said.She continued to stare forward, unresponsive.“Mother? Can you hear me?” Logan tried again.Again, she did not respond. She didn’t even bl
“No way!” Maria gasped, just as Rachel said, “That’s freaking impossible, Hazel.”Their suddenly and visceral reactions helped ease some of my fraying nerves. After seeing Logan’s mother break down at the hospital, and then experiencing Logan totally icing me out of his recovery, I had no idea how t
Glancing at Rachel, I asked her, “Did you know about this?”“Yeah,” Rachel said. “But it’s small time. They get maybe 10 unique hits a day? They’re trying, but it isn’t making much of a dent.”“Yet,” Maria said, sitting between Rachel and me on the couch. She opened her laptop and typed in a website
Logan texted me an hour later. Let me know when you are done.Assuming this meant he was ready to not be alone anymore, I felt a sense of relief. Even though I understood it, I hated the distance he’d placed between us since leaving the mental hospital.I stayed with my friends for only a little whi
“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