Confronting the Truth
Two days later, while Phillip was checking Valik’s vitals and resetting the bones he needed to rebreak, Neil stomped into the private room. His eyes blazed, his hair a mess, and fury radiated off him in waves. His chest heaved with each breath he took, his strides measured but sharp. “Logan Daniel!” He snapped, yanking me up from the chair. I didn’t fight him. Didn’t look at him, either. No smile, no ounce of fight left in me to struggle against him. I was too drained—too resigned. Phillip stepped in, a kind hand settling on Neil’s forearm as he cleared his throat. “Neil, I think you should listen before you get angry with him. Yes, he dealt with it the wrong way, but his heart was in the right place at the time. The boy was clinging to life by a thread and Logan did what needed to be d
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