Tyson sat beside Logan on the shore of the lake. He was terrified that something would happen to his son and there would be nothing he could do to help him in time. It was the same fear Tyson had felt as he had watched Olivia struggle and decline while pregnant with Amelia. He sat quietly, listening to his son's heartbeat and respiration as he held his hand. They were both rapid but steady and strong, which gave him a small measure of comfort.
"Dad?" Logan groaned.
"Yes, Son?" Tyson replied, entirely focused on Logan.
"Why doesn't this lake have a name?" Logan asked.
Tyson laughed, "Of all the things you could be thinking about, that is what is important now?"
"Not important. Trying to distract myself," Logan said between breaths.
"I'm not sure. As far as I know, it has always been r
