2 months later...
Logan
Life is good. Waking up this morning, the air around us was a little chilly. But the bed was nice and warm. My wife lay next to me, her hair a wild mess of dark waves blanketed over the white pillows. The scar on her forehead was almost gone now.
I thought back to that night. How strong she was. How well she handled herself. She never stopped surprising me. I remembered how close I was to the end. Or how close I thought I was. When Autumn drove that knife into Andrew Tucker's neck, it put an end to 20 years of death, trauma and pain. It was over.
After a quick stay in Atlanta, we woke up at dawn, Autumn, while reluctant, felt she needed to see her mother. Talk to her at least once before we went home. The kids and I stood in the hallway of the hospital. I want
