It didn’t feel real. Watching his mother hold hands with someone that wasn’t his father. The love in her expression, the soft tone of her voice, the bags under her eyes, and the way she held onto him with such ferocity. He was dying though, and she didn’t have much time with him. Did she ever love his father?
Did getting to know him matter? Quinn pressed his hand against the cool glass, leaning against the window that overlooked the city. The sun rose, signaling that dawn approached. His mother was with his father. Logan fell asleep on Sawyer’s lap on the couch behind him hours ago. The waiting room called him after he explained the situation to his mother. The stunned look on her face, eyes wide with disbelief told him she needed time to process. He left without another word and move
