All Chapters of If Tomorrow Never Comes: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Logan When the plane landed in New York, my phone was burning up. I threw my overcoat over my arm as I pulled my carry-on from the overhead bin, and then looked down at the caller ID. It was my mother again. Both of my parents were tag teaming me, taking turns calling. I was a grown man and I couldn’t disappear for a weekend without my parents sending out a search party. I shook my head as I slid my phone into my carry-on bag and threw it over my shoulder, vowing to speak to them when I was damned good and ready.“Have a great day, and thank you for flying American Airlines!” the flight attendant said as I approached.I nodded. “Thank you,” I said as I exited the plane.The plane ride had given me plenty of time to think. Although I was furious with Alyssa, I knew that I shouldn’t be. My first thought was that she had left me so as not to be saddled with an invalid, but she actually thought I was

Alyssa   After celebrating the holiday with my family in Colorado, I left for Tennessee Friday morning. On the plane, I had plenty of time to think … about Logan, about Curt, and about my decision to move to New York. By the time the plane landed, I knew what I was going to do about the later, at least. I walked into my office a few minutes later and Mrs. Farrow stood up behind her desk. “Ms. Collins, welcome back! How was your trip?” she asked as she walked around her desk with her arms open wide. I hugged her lightly and gave her air kisses over both cheeks. “It’s good to be back,” I said as I walked into my office, set my briefcase on my desk, and slipped my purse inside my desk. “Is Alanna in?” She shook her head. “No. Ms. Keel isn’t in yet.” I nodded. “Will you let me know when she arrives?” She smiled. “Yes. Of course, Ms. Collins.” “Mrs. Farrow?” I asked, settling in. “Do I have anyone waiting?”

Frank took another sip of his drink. “I don’t blame you, but I’m sure that Curt wouldn’t feel that way. After all, he’s a businessman … and business is business.”I absentmindedly stirred my drink with the skinny drink straw. “Well, I’m going to leave it with just Alanna and me first and I’ll see.” I took a sip of my drink. “If I need money, I’ll borrow some from him.”Frank smiled as he looked up from his beer. “Or you can borrow some from me.”I laughed in disbelief. “YouHe smiled. “Hey. I trust you! And we’ve been friends too long for me not to.”I reached across the table and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, Frank.”He smiled as he nodded. “Now, what do they have to eat in this place?”I laughed. “You and your stomach!”He smiled. “Hey. It’s been my

Logan Monday morning, my limo pulled up in front of the Maria Fareri Children's Hospital. I got out of the car, dressed like Santa Claus, scooped up the huge red bag filled with toys sitting in the backseat, and slung them over my shoulder. I laughed, thinking of Abigail. Actually, she was the one who gave me the idea to dress like Santa Claus. I chuckled and walked into the building with no fanfare or publicity. I didn’t want this to turn into a three-ring circus. The children deserved better.“We’ll start off here in the ICU,” the hospital coordinator said, dressed in a business dress suit and matching high heels that clicked against the linoleum floor as we walked past a wall with an impressive mermaid mural. “Many of the children here have cancer or leukemia, and are terminal.”My brow furrowed in concern. “Isn’t there anything more that can be done?”She forced a sm

At work the next day, I couldn’t stop thinking of Logan and the confrontation with his mother. After leaving the mansion, I stopped in for a drink at a quiet lounge to think, and then I went straight home. I thought all night about Logan and whether or not I should call him. Knowing his mother, she’d probably send a hitman after me now. I decided to throw myself into my work and let the chips fall where they may.As I spoke to client sitting across from me, a huge yawn escaped my lips. “I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t much sleep last night.”He smiled; a kind elder gentleman. “That’s all right, dear. After we’re finished here, you go on home and get some sleep.”I smiled. “I wish I could, but I have more clients.” I shook it off. “But that’s all right. I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”“That’s the spirit!” he said, giving me a kind