When I opened the door to my hotel room, I went straight into my bedroom, plopped my clutch down onto the side table, and sat down on the bed. A fresh wave of tears came to my eyes as I let the tears flow, thinking of Logan. Everything was suddenly fresh in my mind again: looking into his eyes for the last time, the accident, and the horn screaming loudly, breaking the silence of the night, echoing what I was feeling, and then nothing as I passed out, after I was thrown forty feet ...