He looked at me.
“Okay, Mom.”
Then he promised he’d stay out of trouble.
I believed him.
But the worry never completely disappeared.
That was why Officer Benny’s call frightened me so badly.
I spent the entire drive home imagining Logan had become involved in something serious.
Instead, when I entered the house, he was standing beside the kitchen counter holding a glass of water.
His gray hoodie was wrinkled.
His hair was untidy.
And he looked nervous.
“Logan!” I exclaimed.
“Mom?”
“What happened?”
Before he could answer, Officer Benny gently placed Andrew on the couch and covered him with a blanket.
Then he turned toward me.
“Rachel, your son hasn’t done anything wrong.”
I stared at him.
“Then why did you call?”
Benny looked toward Logan.
“Go ahead, son. Tell your mother.”
Logan rubbed the back of his neck.
“It’s really not a big deal.”
