Page 76 of Edge of Forever

I poured my heart out into the shadows

Picking around the torn out keys of a shattered piano

Discordant notes lost to the dust motes and sunlight

Shadows called to her, o

n a minor melody

The door to the studio opened and he turned. Zeke and his wild hair and ever ready smile peeked around the corner. “You playing sad songs down here, pal? It’s not your real wedding yet.”

Logan laughed. “Just a memory.”

“We’re ready to party, man. We have to give you some semblance of a bachelor party.”

“Oh God, no.”

“C’mon. At least let’s get stupid drunk. Tomorrow is going to be madness.”

“You’re goddamn right about that.”

“Then what do you say?”

“Logan? Can you come up here, please?” Marcus asked.

Zeke winced. “Why do I have this feeling that all our fun just went out the window.”

“Because you’re standing in the warpath that is my life, man.”

“Ouch.”

Logan sighed. “Better go see what chaos has been brewing.” He took the stairs two at a time and found only Marcus and Sarah in the kitchen.

Mugs littered the counter and another pot of coffee was brewing, but his house was blissfully empty. Well, almost. Logan stopped at the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red, opened it and brought both bottle and glass with him to the kitchen table.

He was damn well having a glass of wine.

Zeke followed him into the room and grabbed a glass. “Mind if I join the party?”

Marcus looked up from the array of pictures covering the table. “More the merrier.”

Sarah sipped from her ever present blue travel mug as she put the pictures in piles. “I know these might be hard to look at—and we took out the more intimate shots—but we’d like to figure out a timeline if that’s possible.”

Logan poured half a glass for himself and set the bottle down. He took a fortifying sip before sitting down at the foot of the table. “We looked at them briefly, but we were more interested in getting out of the cabin.”

“With good reason,” Marcus said.

Logan pulled a pile toward him. They were all of him. “Well, we did get up there before the first full change of leaves, so that will help any of the outside shots.”

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been using. From what I can gather, the photographs started almost immediately.”

His gut churned.

Sarah pushed two pictures of Izzy forward. “She’s still wearing her bandages here and markedly thinner.”

Logan swallowed. “Yeah. She took daily walks to the dock until she got stronger.” He placed the pictures of her in the Adirondack chair into order. In the photos he could see her posture improve with each week.

He frowned. “Actually, this seems to be almost a weekly record.” He pushed through the matte photos until he found the pictures of him cutting wood and put those in the center. Then found others that showed the snowfall.

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