Epilogue
Wyatt
Six months later
My father had a son he never knew. Something was devastating about that. But it was not his fault. Logan’s mother chose not to tell him. She married before Logan was even born and the only reason she told Logan was she felt she needed to be honest with him about his biological father. It wasn’t my father’s fault Logan chose to approach the truth with such hatred, which he directed at me.
Celia was an accomplice, and she got the punishment she deserved, a couple of years in a Washington Corrections Center for Women.
Logan sustained severe injuries, and he is spending time in King County WA Prison for two counts of attempted murder and kidnapping. He pleaded guilty and could not stop apologizing to London.
London misses Logan. She isn’t at a point where she understands why he isn’t around, and Hayley and I have decided to smooth the blow until she’s older. There was no doubt he loved Hayley and London, he just went about it the wrong way. Love is madness indeed, and he’d experienced the full blow of it.
“Why, Logan?” I sit in the plastic chair staring at my half-brother, a glass between us, our hands clinging to a telephone.
He sighs and dips his head. “Because you had everything I didn’t.”
I shake my head.
“Take care of them and tell them how sorry I am. I’m sorry for what I did to you too.”
I cannot forgive the hell he put my girls through, and so I bid Logan goodbye, stand and leave him behind.
I look at the two most important people in my life when I enter Hayley’s house. They are curled on the couch watching High School Musical. A set of blue eyes looks up at me followed by a pair that matches my own, and I smile. This is what I’d fought for.
