Chapter 73
Logan's POV
But tonight there was nothing I could do about any of it. Tonight I had sat in my son's lavender-scented room and taken a deep inventory of all the things that i hyad failed to learn when i still had the chance, and now i was seated alone in my study, in the dead of the night with untouched whiskey and feeling like a fraudster.
I thought about calling someone, anyone to shut the shouting that my conscience was doing to me. i thought about calling Catherine, she would understand, but i had promised my son that i was going to find his mum, i doubt he wanted to see any traces of her here anymore and i would not blame it.
i also thought about calling my lawyer, who would be asleep and shouldn't be served by a phone call at two AM from a client having a crisis of con
