“Of course we did,” Frank said.
“We love you, Logan,” Tammy said. “You are our son.”
Logan sat frozen, staring between the two of them. The words must have been taking their time sinking in down through the protective barriers he’d built around his heart.
Frank and Tammy made everything seem so simple, and maybe to them, it was.
I watched Logan, wondering if I should interject. After a moment more of his stunned silence, I placed my hand on the table near his arm and told him, “We could go…”
That roused him from the trance he was in. “No,” he said. “It’s fine. I’m okay…”
“Maybe we should go back to our house,” Tammy suggested. “You might feel more comfortable to talk there, rather than in public.”
“We can order the pizza to go,” I added.
Logan nodded. “I think I’d like that.”
So
