"Logan is a—" He stopped himself as he looked at me and decided not to insult to my face, the father of my son.
"Logan is very fortunate he's in Chicago and I'm here, because if I ever see him in person I'm not going to be responsible for my actions."
"Don't," I said quietly. "Don't waste your energy being angry at him. He's not worth it."
"He hurt you. He dismissed you while you were dying. He's absolutely worth being angry at."
"Maybe. But I don't want to spend whatever time I have left thinking about him, I am tired of doing that.
I spent three years doing that already." I looked at my brother directly, wanting his word on this.
"Promise me something. If this doesn't work—if I don't make it through this treatment—promise me you won't tell Logan. Don't give him the satisfaction o
