He’d insisted on coming straight over after he’d agreed to come clean and tell his mother what he’d done. Stella had offered to be there when he told her, but he said he needed to do it on his own. He’d been in there for almost an hour already, and Stella prayed she hadn’t pushed him in the wrong direction. The kitchen door opened. Logan walked silently onto the porch and sat beside her. His damp eyes sent a spear through her heart. “I’m sorry,” she said. He shook his head and took her hand in his. She couldn’t read his pained expression as they sat in silence. Finally Logan unclenched his jaw and kissed the back of her hand. “Thank you, darlin’.” Her breath left her lungs in a rush. “It went okay?” He nodded, though his brows knitted. “Yeah, it went okay. It was tough, reliving it all, talking about Dad. My mother would like to talk to you.
