He may not know how to talk to me, but he’d never been mean to me and he’s too fair to take his anger at Mom out on me, anyway.
I keep watching him as I hear Mom move around in their room. I’m still standing there at the window when Mom calls out that she’s leaving.
From the window, I see her say goodbye to Logan.
I can’t hear what they're saying from inside the house, but Logan is stiff and straight-faced as Mom says goodbye.
As she turns to leave, Logan must say something that surprises Mom, because her eyes go wide and her spine snaps straight.
She turns and looks at him, then says something with her nose high in the air.
Logan tilts his head and nods as if accepting something. I lean forward and grip the windowsill. I don’t know exactly what’s happening, but I know it’s not a
