Chapter Three - September 17, 2024
Logan jogged up the last flight of stairs to Cindy's apartment, taking the stairs two at a time. He wasn't particularly late, nor was there any real reason for him to be running, but he was, just for the simple joy that he could. He grinned boyishly as he jumped up the steps, on his way to help Cindy move into her new apartment.
He reached the door, pleasantly out of breath from his eight flight climb. Cindy and Logan had remained in contact, to say the least, after Max had disappeared. Cindy had tracked down Logan to his penthouse two days after he'd gotten the note from Max. She'd found him stubbornly drunk, staring out the picture window, reeking off a three-day bender.
Cindy had unmercifully dumped Logan in a cold shower, then held his head as he'd lost about two bottles of Jack Daniels, then listened to him as he sobbed over losing Max.
Cindy pulled open the door; a cordless phone perched on her ear as she gestured for Logan to come in. "Yes mom. Yes, I am eating just fine." She said, rolling her eyes dramatically at Logan. She walked into the other room to the box she was unpacking.
Logan watched bemusedly as she assured her mother that she was not wasting away into nothing.
Logan walked over to a stack of boxes that Cindy had half unpacked and were stacked in piles next to the door. He accidentally kicked a basket of papers over. He crouched down to pick up the papers, but his hand froze as his fingers brushed over the corner return address of an envelope.
'M. Guevara
357 Hillcrest St.
Hampstead, MD. 21102'
Cindy walked back into the room a moment later. "Sorry 'bout that. My mom thinks that since I don't." Her words trailed off as she saw what Logan was holding.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his voice betrayed his feelings of hurt.
"Logan, I..She."
"How long have you known?" When she didn't look up from the floor she was staring at, Logan laughed mirthlessly. "That long, huh?"
"Logan, I am really sorry."
"Yea, so am I." Logan said as he dropped the envelope back into the pile of papers and walked out the door. While he was jogging down the stairs again, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello. I need to book your next flight to Baltimore."
Cindy stared at the closed door for a moment before she picked up the envelope from where Logan had dropped it. Opening the back flap, he pulled out the trio of pictures that Max had included in her last letter.
He'd reacted badly enough when he'd seen her return address, but if he would have had heart failure on the spot if he'd seen the pictures of a glowing Max with a toe-headed, blue eyed girl who was Logan's splitting image sitting on her lap she the tiny child blew out four candles on a brightly colored birthday cake.
Logan jogged up the last flight of stairs to Cindy's apartment, taking the stairs two at a time. He wasn't particularly late, nor was there any real reason for him to be running, but he was, just for the simple joy that he could. He grinned boyishly as he jumped up the steps, on his way to help Cindy move into her new apartment.
He reached the door, pleasantly out of breath from his eight flight climb. Cindy and Logan had remained in contact, to say the least, after Max had disappeared. Cindy had tracked down Logan to his penthouse two days after he'd gotten the note from Max. She'd found him stubbornly drunk, staring out the picture window, reeking off a three-day bender.
Cindy had unmercifully dumped Logan in a cold shower, then held his head as he'd lost about two bottles of Jack Daniels, then listened to him as he sobbed over losing Max.
Cindy pulled open the door; a cordless phone perched on her ear as she gestured for Logan to come in. "Yes mom. Yes, I am eating just fine." She said, rolling her eyes dramatically at Logan. She walked into the other room to the box she was unpacking.
Logan watched bemusedly as she assured her mother that she was not wasting away into nothing.
Logan walked over to a stack of boxes that Cindy had half unpacked and were stacked in piles next to the door. He accidentally kicked a basket of papers over. He crouched down to pick up the papers, but his hand froze as his fingers brushed over the corner return address of an envelope.
'M. Guevara
357 Hillcrest St.
Hampstead, MD. 21102'
Cindy walked back into the room a moment later. "Sorry 'bout that. My mom thinks that since I don't." Her words trailed off as she saw what Logan was holding.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his voice betrayed his feelings of hurt.
"Logan, I..She."
"How long have you known?" When she didn't look up from the floor she was staring at, Logan laughed mirthlessly. "That long, huh?"
"Logan, I am really sorry."
"Yea, so am I." Logan said as he dropped the envelope back into the pile of papers and walked out the door. While he was jogging down the stairs again, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello. I need to book your next flight to Baltimore."
Cindy stared at the closed door for a moment before she picked up the envelope from where Logan had dropped it. Opening the back flap, he pulled out the trio of pictures that Max had included in her last letter.
He'd reacted badly enough when he'd seen her return address, but if he would have had heart failure on the spot if he'd seen the pictures of a glowing Max with a toe-headed, blue eyed girl who was Logan's splitting image sitting on her lap she the tiny child blew out four candles on a brightly colored birthday cake.