“Yeah.”
Andrew looked thoughtful.
“Is his heart okay now?”
Logan swallowed.
“He’s getting better.”
Andrew hugged him tighter.
I couldn’t stop watching them.
My seventeen-year-old son stood there in his old gray hoodie, holding his little brother close.
And suddenly, I saw something I’d been too frightened and exhausted to recognize.
Logan wasn’t becoming irresponsible.
He was becoming someone remarkably compassionate.
Before leaving, Officer Benny hesitated.
“Rachel, there’s something else I should tell you.”
I looked up.
“The water tower incident.”
Logan went still.
Benny sighed.
“I was one of the people who suggested questioning Logan because someone mentioned a teenager in a gray hoodie.”
He looked directly at my son.
“That wasn’t fair. I let earlier misunderstandings influence my judgment.”
Logan blinked.
“I’m sorry,” Benny continued.
My son nodded quietly.
Then Benny turned toward me.
“You told me once that you were worried about the kind of young man Logan was becoming.”
