Page 87 of Tortured Eyes
“I’ll head over later, before I go back to New York.”
“Alright.”
My head dips, feet kicking at the pavement. I don't even know what to say now. I feel like I'm eighteen again and waiting on a beating. I end up looking out at the view, wondering where we go from here. I'm not sure there is anywhere to go. Too much time has passed. Too many memories bedded in. "You made me feel irrelevant," I mutter. "No matter what I did, you made it seem like it wasn't enough."
"I didn't mean to. You were always enough. Just too much like me for me to deal with." I smile at that, part of me finding a homecoming again in his words.
"Yeah, well, you never were any good with feelings. That was Nate's department." Just saying his name makes me shudder in my father's presence. I lift my eyes to him; damn sure this is the only time he has any right to go full tilt at me. I'd deserve it if he did. He doesn't. He nods and walks closer, eventually putting his arm around my shoulder and walking us over towards the treeline.
"I know you did everything you could to stop it, Logan. Bryce told me everything that happened, including how you tried to put yourself between the bullet and Nate."
I didn't expect that from her. "She did?"
"She did."
"You threaten her into it?"
"I did."
Right. Typical Cane values.
