Camille finished her call, then crossed her arms as if she were freezing and looked out the window.

"Hey, beautiful," Logan said from behind, wrapping his arms around her. "What are you thinking about?"

Camille leaned against his chest. "I booked a flight for tomorrow morning and called a cab."

"Already?"

"There's no reason for me to put it off any longer."

"But you know I could have driven you, right?"

She smiled wistfully. "Yeah, but we made a deal, remember? Never saying goodbye at an airport again."

"Right . . ."

Camille stared at her hands; something was bothering her. Logan rested his chin on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"For the last three days I kept hoping that they would call and tell me that everything was okay again."

"That's understandable. After all, you want your dad to be okay, I assume."

Camille nodded hesitantly. "Of course, but that wasn't the real reason I was hoping. I thought if they called, it would mean that I didn't have to leave." She turned around and looked at his face. "Am I a terrible person?"

Logan shook his head and stroked her cheek. "You could never be a terrible person."

She pressed her face into his chest as he gently rubbed her back.

'I'm a stranger in my own hometown,' Camille thought as she arrived in Connecticut in the early evening. She crossed the airport hall, lost in thought, wondering whether she should call a taxi or rent a car. Then a whistle sounded over to her, a whistle that she had heard all the time during her childhood. She looked up and saw two men near the exit. The taller of the two has still short light brown hair, green eyes, an attractive face, and a solid build. The second man, a little younger than the other one, slim build, back to dark brown hair with brown eyes. Camille put on a stern look and walked over to them. "Didn't I tell you that I don't want you to pick me up?"

"Well, you did," Jake said, nodding.

"But when have we ever listened to you?" Leonard added with a grin. Camille's facade broke and she let out a short laugh before throwing herself into her brothers' arms.

"So, what's the plan now?" Camille asked as they all sat in Jake's car.

"Well, we know you had a long flight," Jake replied. "So we thought we'd go eat something and then we'd take you to your hotel so you could get some rest."

"So, no hospital?"

Jake shook his head. "No, not today."

Camille stared thoughtfully through the windshield. "So, it was a car accident . . .?"

"Yes, a pretty ugly one," Leonard said from the back seat.

"And how is he now?"

"Nobody can say for sure because he hasn't been conscious since the accident," Jake said.

"And . . . how's Mom?"

"What do you think?" Leonard snorted. "She's not leaving his side, spends all her time in the hospital."

"I see," Camille murmured.

"Guys," Jake spoke up again. "Since it's been a while since the three of us have done anything together, won't we agree that we'll put the depressing thoughts aside for tonight and just try to make the best of it?"

"Yes," Camille nodded. "That's a good idea."

With a deep sigh, Camille sat down on her bed in the hotel room. She rolled on her side, reached for her phone and checked the time on the display. It was nine-thirty, which meant it was six-thirty in California, so Logan would definitely still be awake.

It feels strange to be here.

It didn't take long for him to answer.

I can imagine. Are you okay?

Yes, I think so. It's great to see my brothers again. We had dinner together and talked.

Sounds nice.

Still worried about tomorrow, though. I'm a little nervous.

Don't be. You can face everything. That's why I adore you.

Camille couldn't help but smile.

You're just saying that to calm me down.

Does it work?

She sent him a heart.

I knew it. Now you should try to get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow.

All right, Dad. I'll do what you say.

Yeah yeah, I love you too.

She had to laugh.

Have sweet dreams, baby.

You too. We're thinking about you.

After putting the kids to bed, Logan tried to read, but eventually realized he couldn't concentrate. So, he turned on the television, but that only ended with him flipping through the channels indecisively, not really noticing anything that was happening on the screen. Finally, he made the decision to go to sleep, but first he wanted to check on the kids.

Mia slept peacefully, which Logan found extremely comforting. He closed the door quietly and went to Phillip's room. But there he remained motionless on the doorstep. "Phillip?"

The bed was empty. Frowning, Logan went back and checked the bathroom. Nothing. He went back into his son's room and searched all the hiding spots in the room, but still nothing. There was now only one option left. So, he went into the bedroom and let out a deep sigh as soon as he opened the door. Phillip lay on Camille's side of the bed, asleep, with Simba in his arms. Logan considered carrying him back to his own room, but then he just walked in and closed the door behind him. Since he didn't want to wake up his son, he changed in the dark, before lying down on his side of the bed. He turned on his side and looked at Phillip. "I get it, buddy. I miss her too."