Half a Heart

by Karen McQuestion

He’d never seen his father so angry, and that was saying a lot, because he’d seen him plenty mad the last few years.

His father, Tia, Tia’s mother—none of them would miss him, and he would not miss them either. Or at least he wouldn’t miss the kind of life he led when he was with them.

A place where no one would find him and no one could bother him. Where he’d be safe for now. Logan’s own little home.

For now..

“My son,” like he couldn’t believe his good luck. He’d loved Logan then, hadn’t he? Or did he just love the idea of a son?

He knew lots of things—not that it helped, because the things that made him stupid at home weren’t things anyone could learn.