Logan
I kissed my father's head as I sat in that cold little room alone with him. Nothing but a simple curtain separating us from the hallway. He looked the same as he always did. Just like he was sleeping. But his skin was cold to the touch. I sat there with my head in my hands. Praying for something. Some form of peace. Knowing that he was okay, wherever he was. I just hoped in that moment that he was happy.
What would mom do now? He was her whole world. And she his.
"What now dad? Huh? What do we do now without you? Why now? Why did you have to go now? I need you. I always needed you. Autumn is... She's not okay. Beth Anne is not okay. Ray is a mess. Deacon thinks he's inherited the iron throne. And I don't know what the f**k I am supposed to do here!" I said berrying my face in my
