Logan walked to the couch and dropped his framed diplomas and briefcase onto the cushions.
Facing away from me, he said, “You don’t seem surprised to see me back so soon.”
“Maria just called,” I said. “She told me about the… changes… at work.” I started toward him. “Logan, I’m sorry.”
“Grandfather wants to burn his legacy to the ground,” Logan replied, voice icy. I didn’t react, knowing the coldness wasn’t intended for me. “He built it. He has every right to destroy it if he wants to.”
“It doesn’t seem fair,” I said. “Even if he did build everything, there are people who depend on that job. He’s playing with people’s lives.”
“He doesn’t care about anyone’s life but his own. Even mine is just a means to secure his legacy.” Logan sighed, and some warmth returned to his voice. “It was al
