Chapter 138: Back To The Motel
Logan's POV
I was back in the damned motel, where I had been living for the past months at this point. Months away from my son, my life, my company while I chased after the ghost of my sick wife
I'd extended the motel reservation four times since I got here. Each extension had been a negotiation with myself that I made telling myself the same thing over and over—one more week, just one more week, something would shift, I'd find the angle that worked with getting through to Sedona, the approach that got me in front of her long enough to say what I'd come to say.
One more week had become four more weeks had become two months of Seattle with brief returns to Chicago to make sure that things were still in order and I had to tell Nick that I was still lookin
