Chapter Twenty-Eight
Joe hadn’t said one word on the drive home with Ryan, and when they drove past Margaret’s and he saw the for-sale sign, he leaned forward and asked in a panicky voice, “Dad, is Margaret selling?”
“Yeah” was all he could manage to say as he narrowed his eyes and kept driving past.
When he pulled in at home, Logan was walking out of the house with his duffle bag over his shoulder, tossing it in the back of his Jeep.
“Uncle Logan, are you leaving?” Ryan shouted. He started toward his uncle, moving a lot faster than he had all week.
Logan set his hand on Ryan’s shoulder and glanced over and up at Joe. “Yeah, I thought I better, before I wear out my welcome here. Besides, you and your dad got some things you need to sort out and work through. You don’t need me hanging
