Page 148 of That Last Secret

I hear the door open but don’t lift my head to see who it is. I don’t even care anymore because it’s not Logan.

Multiple sets of hands are on each side of me, lifting me off the chair and bringing me to the couch at the other end of the room. I cry harder, refusing to open my eyes.

“Come back to us!” I shout again, a painful scream from deep in my lungs.

“Shh,” Marc says in my ear. “I got you.”

I grip his t-shirt as I lean into his chest, and I don’t even know how to feel right now. I let out everything inside of me. The tears flow as I scream through my cries, and my body shakes as Marc holds me tighter in his lap.

The only thing that can stop this is hearing Logan’s voice.

And I don’t think I’ll hear it anytime soon.

I’ve never felt somuch pain watching my little sister fall apart in Marc’s arms. My heart is beating rapidly while simultaneously breaking with each second that passes.

I look at Thomas, standing beside them, hands in his pockets and looking down at Emiline. Likely thinking the same thing I am.

How in the world can we help her through this?

I don’t think we can.

The only person who can is Logan.

When I first heard about these two, I didn’t have the same reaction Thomas and Marc had. Thomas lost his marbles. He wanted to fight him, and I thought I saw smoke coming out of his head at one point.

Marc handled it a little better. He was hurt by them hiding it but was ready to talk about it and understand why.

Me? I had a different perspective that shifted theirs when I finally arrived at the hospital. Both of them now have totally new outlooks on the entire situation.

Because Logan is our best friend.

If he’s such a good friend to us, then why wouldn’t he be good enough for our only sister?

I understood where they were coming from based on his past, but people change when they fall in love. I used Macey and me as an example. Logan and I were the same person. We loved to go out and find random hookups.

I actually cringe thinking about that life now.

But then I met someone. I fell madly in love with her, and my outlook on life changed.

If Logan feels for my sister the way she feels for him, I know he’s not the same guy anymore. There’s no better person in the world I’d want loving and caring for Emiline than Logan.

I blink back the emotions coming to light because the situation we’re in right now could prevent that from happening.

Logan might not wake up.

I’mveryoptimistic he will.

But that ‘what if’ still sits heavy in my head.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Emiline stands from Marc’s lap and walks over to the chair beside Logan’s bed. Taking his hand in hers. “I’m not leaving him.”

“We’re not saying you have to leave for good,” Marc starts.

“We’re just suggesting you go home, shower, and maybe pack a bag for yourself,” Thomas adds.

Her face falls. “What if Logan wakes up when I’m gone?”

“I don’t think…” Thomas begins but stops himself. “Emiline, I’m not trying to hurt you more than you’re already hurt. But he’s in a medically induced coma. If you go home to shower and pack a bag, he’ll still be here.”

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