LUCA'S POV
Logan got me back to the lodge. I don't remember the walk. Elias's weight went out of my arms on the terrace, and then the door was shutting and Logan was standing near it with that look he gets when the job's already turned into containment.
My legs went before I told them to, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed without remembering how I got there.
First steps. Gone before I could hold onto it. First word. Same.
I put my hands flat on my knees and stared at the floor. One thing wouldn't go down. The truck. He'd carried it everywhere like it was holding him up, and I'd seen it at the fountain and thought nothing — a two-year-old with a toy, that's all. It had been sitting right there the whole time. I hadn't taken it in.
"Luca." Logan's voice.
I looked up.
"You need
