Noah stops at a small little dinner as you travel outside of the small town on route thirty-four. They used to come to this dinner to cheer Logan up when he was feeling down when he was a child. The only difference is, the seat next to him is empty, the seat where Mary used to sit.
Logan looks down at the seat and his hand glides over the stitches that have gone lost over the years. “When is the last time you heard anything about them?” he asks, looking up at Noah who is staring at his phone. He looks completely out of sync with the environment around him, wearing his greyish suit.
“Oh sorry I was busy with one of my brokers. Well, they came back from their honeymoon last night and they are now with his parents in New York looking at apartments.”
“So do you have any idea about what you
