Page 34 of Filthy Liar

The baby blew bubbles and kicked her legs, obviously happy to see her.

“Hey,” Zavier murmured under his breath as he nudged me, lifting his chin behind me and making me glance back to see Logan slipping out of the room.

“I’ve got him,” I said quietly, taking one last look at Raven as Poppy handed Abigail over to her, before I headed in the direction that Logan had gone.

I found him in our room, pacing and looking like he was going to have a panic attack or something.

His eyes moved to me as I pushed the door open wider, the devastation in them instantly hitting me. His grief was so damn loud.

I stepped inside and locked the door, and any control he’d been holding onto fled, a deep sob leaving him.

The second I moved towards him, his arms wrapped around me and he buried his face in my shirt, my hand moving to the back of his head to run my fingers through his hair.

“I’ve got you, bro,” I mumbled, my free arm tightening around him as if I could squeeze the sadness out of him.

We stood like that for a while as he let it all out, and I was pretty sure I’d never heard him cry like that before. Not even after the assaults as a kid or losing Josh.

This was a different type of heartbreak that I didn’t understand, so I didn’t bother offering comforting words about how it was going to be okay.

I didn’t know the right way to heal from something like losing a baby, and as much as I would’ve loved that kid like my own, it was still Logan’s.

All I could do was let him lean on me as he broke.

Raven

Logan was quiet for the rest of the afternoon. I asked him if he was okay, and he forced a smile and brushed it off, telling me he was just tired.

Reid promised he’d talked to him, so I left it alone. If Logan wanted to talk, he would.

Ander had been dragged away by Rory in the afternoon to go over local maps to narrow down where Stefano might be hiding, and I couldn’t lie, I stressed about it until he returned without new bruises.

It was almost dinner time when Rory handed us the keys to our temporary home, telling us to go and check it out and get settled, and that pizza would be delivered by seven.

I wanted to argue, but pizza sounded amazing.

We split up between all three cars, Zavier going with Logan, and I jumped in with Reid, leaving Ander to drive alone.

I’d felt bad, but he’d rolled his eyes and told me he’d be fine.

“Can you please tell me what’s up with Logan?” I asked as we drove through Ashburn Valley, Reid flicking his gaze to me for a second before sighing.

“Just give him some space.”

“I can help.”

“Not with this. He just needs time.”

“It’s freaking me out. Did Stefano do something to him?” I asked, thoughts crossing my mind of the possibilities.

Reid stayed silent for a moment, and just when I thought he wasn’t going to reply at all, he did. “Seeing you with Abigail triggered him a little. He’s just grieving, but he’s okay.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me?” My chest ached at the thought of him not being able to turn to me, and he reached out to take my hand.

“He might talk about it later, but you were enjoying time with Abigail and Poppy. He just needed to sit in silence. We didn’t really talk, I just sat with him.”

My body felt slightly numb at knowing he was hurting that badly. Of course he was, I was too. I just hated that things could’ve been different.

“Fuck, Rae. Hang on,” Reid cursed, and I started looking for the danger only to realize I was crying and he was pulling over.

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