LUCA’S POV
By the time I got back Logan had a chair pulled up to the window. Curtains open. The courtyard fountain going below us, yellow light all over it. He looked at me once.
"Talk."
I poured myself a drink. Didn't touch it. Just stood there holding the glass, not even sure why I'd picked it up.
"There was a kid in the courtyard."
I told him all of it. The ball rolling toward the fountain. The boy's serious little voice when he said thank you, like he'd practiced it. Ralph coming across the courtyard. The kid seeing Ralph and his legs already going — no pause, no check — before he'd even finished deciding to run.
When I was done Logan sat quiet a moment. Then: "You think the kid belongs to Ralph?"
"I don't know."
He leaned back. "He could be Anna's too."
My eyes went back to t
