Page 149 of That Last Secret

“I’m scared he won’t be!” she raises her voice.

I bring myself to the other side of Logan’s bed and look at Emiline. “What if they take you home to get your things together, and I stay here with him? This way, he’s not alone.”

Emiline shakes her head. “I’m so scared, Ollie.”

I round the bed and bring myself to crouch in front of her. “I know you are. We all are. But you have to take care of yourself, too.”

She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes as she stares at our best friend lying there attached to so many tubes.

“I know you guys don’t approve of this, and this wasn’t how we wanted you to find out,” she finally says, staring at him before turning to look at us. “But I love him. So much that it physically hurts to think about him not being here anymore or him waking up and I’m not here.”

“We know,” Thomas says first. “And we understand.”

“You do?” She looks shocked.

“At first, I didn’t want to accept it.” Thomas shrugs. “Know that it’s hard for me to accept any man. You’re our little sister. I’m always going to be insanely protective of you.”

“Whether you were falling in love with Logan or another man, we would have reacted the same way,” Marc says.

Her features soften. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Don’t be,” I say first. “We know now. No more secrets between us. We’re family.”

Something washes over Emiline that I can’t quite pinpoint as she averts her gaze back toward Logan. I look at Thomas and Marc and they both have questioning looks on their faces, likely wondering exactly what I am.

But none of us have it in us to ask her about it.

Whatever it is, she will tell us when she’s ready.

“Ollie, are you sure you won’t leave him?” she asks me. “If I go home and shower? I’ll be so fast.”

I nod. “I won’t leave him until you get back.”

Emiline stands from her chair, leans over, and presses a kiss to Logan’s forehead.

My heart breaks for her all over again.

Then I watch her walk out the door with Marc and Thomas.

And I hope like hell nothing happens while she’s gone.

True to his word,Oliver never leaves Logan’s side.

When I got back to my place, I felt myself crumbling all over again. I was in the comfort of my apartment while Logan sat here in a bed, unable to breathe on his own.

I cried in the shower.

I cried for him and what the future might look like.

I cried for me and our unborn baby that I have no clue how to handle. I’m still a baby myself. How in the world can I raise one?

I cried for my future and all the hard work I put in at school.

I graduated and accomplished something that few people can say they did. We didn’t even graduate with half the class we started with, which is how complex and intense the program was.

And now I’m supposed to take my boards in two days.

The test that will give me my license to practice.

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