Until Tuesday — Twenty Eight
Logan walks up abruptly, fills the fire pit with materials to burn.
He turns to Amelia. "I’ll take care of Blue. Get some rest.”
I didn’t care for the tone of the statement, but Amelia didn’t seem to notice.
She touches my hand. "I’ll be out later to check on you.” Then she walks off to the hut.
I’m left with the steel gaze of Logan. Obviously, for whatever reason, he felt ownership of Amelia.
Poor fool, even I knew there was no logic or love in caging a butterfly or wild mustang.
Half the beauty was in their choice to be next to you when the world was theirs to traverse.
He left and, after a short trip to the hut, returned with a makeshift pillow and blanket for me.
What was he up to? Kindness was the last thing reflected in his eyes.