Logan's hand dropped to his side, his phone slipping from his grasp and hitting the floor. He seemed to crumble under an invisible weight. His voice cracked as he spoke. “Mom... said... Dad... he’s gone.”

Miles didn’t react, as if he’d already anticipated it.

They stood there in a heavy silence before Miles muttered, “Let’s go.”

Logan called while I was half-asleep. My dreams had been a blur, and the sudden ring of the phone pulled me ...