Chapter 9: One Mistake
I stood up.
Every muscle in my body protested.
I did it anyway.
“One mistake?” I repeated.
Logan looked at me, but for once, I did not look away.
“You abandoned your wife and newborn outside a hospital less than twelve hours after childbirth because you were worried about leather seats.”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because there was no defense.
His grandmother was not finished.
She pointed toward the window.
Outside sat an old blue minivan with faded paint and a dented side panel.
At the same time, a flatbed truck slowly rolled into the driveway.
Logan turned white.
“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
The dealership had already purchased the car.
The paperwork was signed.
The truck was there to collect it.
“You can’t do this.”
His grandmother did not blink.
“I already have.”
For the first time all day, fear appeared in Logan’s eyes.
Not anger.
Fear.
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