chapter 81

Logan stood in the courtroom, frozen in shock. A ringing in his ear did not seem to want to stop.

“Logan?” A voice was calling his name, but it seemed so far away; his head felt heavy. A hand reached out and tapped him, snapping him out of whatever intense thing he was feeling.

“Logan” Christa called, voice no longer far away, “Are you okay?”

“What?” He said, distractedly, “Uh, yeah I'm fine.”

“Can we go now?” Christa asked gently, “The case is over and we are practically the only ones still here.” She pointed out.

Logan looked around him. Indeed, the courtroom had grown empty with only a few stragglers left behind, probably discussing what had transpired in the case.

“Yeah, you're right,” he agreed, just as they were about to move. Margot approached him, her hands raised, and she slapped him. The crack echoed through the courtroom drawing the attention of many.

“You bastard!” She yelled, “Why did you decide to conveniently leave out that Marybeth told you your son was dead?”

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