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“That was fast,” Logan remarked.

Marie didn’t say anything. She watched Jonas hug Logan. She had no doubt in her mind that Logan loved his son.

But does he love me still?

“What else can you do that we don’t know about?” Logan’s voice was icy cold.

“Are you picking a fight with the mother of your child in front of him?” Marie asked.

“I don’t know. Is this a fight?” Logan threw the empty bottle into a trashcan.

“I want to fight too!” Jonas tugged at Logan’s shirt. “I have boxing gloves.”

“It’s going to require more than boxing gloves.” Logan laughed. “Well, young man, it’s past eight o’clock at night. I assume you already had your dinner. It’s time for you to go to bed. We have church in the morning.”

“I want Mommy to tuck me in and pray with me,” Jonas said.

“Okay. After you brush your teeth and change into your pajamas.”

“I want Mommy to help me.”

Logan glanced at Marie. “If she knows what to do.”

Marie tried not to react.

“Of course Mommy knows what to do. We built this entire track all by ourselves.” Jonas waved his arms around to show Logan the extensive race track that spread from one side of the room to the other.

“You two got carried away, didn’t you?”

“Carried away?” Jonas looked puzzled. “We stayed right here in this room all day, Daddy. Nobody carried us away.”

Marie wondered how often Logan left Jonas with Mrs. Ping. Logan worked a lot, even when they had been married. Now, even more so with the new business transactions that Logan’s cousin Jared kept putting on his table.

Marie didn’t ask him about his work. She hoped Logan wouldn’t ask about hers.

But he had.

And he wasn’t satisfied with any answer she had given him.

Chapter Forty-Three

“Jonas, you be a good boy and take care of Daddy, okay?” Marie was sitting at the edge of Jonas’s full-size bed.

Her back faced Logan, so he could not see her face. He could clearly see Jonas. His head rested on the pillow, and he was wearing his favorite pajamas.

Logan kept his distance at the bedroom door, listening to every word.

“Mommy?” Jonas’s lips quivered. “Don’t go.”

“I’m still here tomorrow.”

“No, Mommy. Forever.” Jonas sniffled.

“I’ll be back soon.” Marie held her son’s hand. “Will you wait for me?”

Jonas nodded. “When will you come back?”

“Soon.”

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