Instead, Logan sat in a chair in the corner reading. He noticed she was awake and smiled warmly. “Did you have a good sleep?” he asked. “I suppose.” “Are you hungry? Do you need anything?” “No.” His smile faded slightly, and his eyes shifted back down to his book. “Logan, can I ask you something?” “Of course,” he answered, closing his book and leaning forward. “It’s… well, can I trust you not to mention this to Michael or Luke?” He gulped and shifted his eyes uncomfortably toward the door as though he were afraid someone might overhear. “Um… sure,” he said reluctantly. “I wouldn’t even mention this, but… well, I don’t have anyone else to talk to, obviously, and… and I really need to figure this out.” “Alright, go ahead.” “Okay, last night Luke barged in on us, right?” Logan nodded. “Well, I told him Michael and I were arguing.” “Yeah. That was no big surprise. You do that a lot.” “Well, we weren’t exactly arguing.”
