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Didn’t deserve to.
Fourteen
Logan drew the blinds against the mid-September sun. It was streaking through her room, but the temperature was more like July. Indian summer in the Adirondacks was always a sight to behold. The trees were making their change from the cold nights, but the days tricked you into a dip into the frigid lake.
It’s what they should have been doing.
A day at the
spring at the falls should have been how they spent today. Instead, it was their fifth day since Izzy had woken. And the fifth day that she hadn’t said a goddamn word.
Wouldn’t even look at him.
Her beautiful topaz eyes hid behind her lids, her lashes, her tears every night. The tears were the part that shredded him. The silence was a crushing weight, but the raw tears in the night eviscerated him.
Each night he tried to go to her, and each time she shrank away from his touch.
In the day, she was back to the blank face looking out the window. People from town called him, emailed him, texted him—wanting to know if they needed anything. If they could visit. He’d asked her if she wanted to see other people, but she only shook her head.
The one thing that he lived for.
How sad that he lived for a no every day, but he did.
Each day Julian came in and read her a chapter of On the Road. The words seemed to calm her. Zeke brought Cody in to jump onto her bed and rest his huge head over her feet for a few hours—those were the hours she seemed to rest the easiest. Where she would drop off to sleep.
Christian, Morgan, and Emerson came in as a team with their guitars and played the most random songs they could come up with. From “November Rain” to “Wrecking Ball” and all genre of songs in between. They even managed to get a half-smile out of her a few times.
But the long nights were theirs.
He longed for them, even as they were killing him.
“All right, out you hooligans.”
Right on time. Barb, Izzy’s nurse, came in to change her bandages. The guys packed up their instruments like the lean days of their club tours when everyone still had to do their own tuning and transportation.
Logan followed them out, giving a last look over his shoulder as Izzy shifted uneasily, waiting for her hands and shoulders to be redressed.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay longer? We can wait until Barbarella is done with her Nurse Hatchet routine and keep her company.”
Logan clapped his hand on Zeke’s shoulder. “I’ve got work to catch up on. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re not fine. You look like an extra on The Walking Dead.”
Cody bumped his thigh until Logan crouched to scratch his ears. “I just have to stubborn her out.”
“If anyone can, it’s you. What’s Hot Doc said about her?”
Logan snorted and straightened. “You and your nicknames.”
Zeke flashed a dimpled smile. “She likes it.”
“You are legend in your own mind, son.” He stood and gave Cody one last stroke. “She’s worried that she’s not talking, but she keeps reminding me that people grieve differently.”
“Bellamina has the sads, but it’s more than that. I think it’s good that you guys are going away when she gets the all clear.”
“I hope so.”
“Have you told her?”
