"Why? You are alive, and your father does not know." She stopped, resting against the edge of the table and watching him with an impatience that surfaced just slightly behind her typical lack of expression. "Logan is the same." She had not seen him in weeks. He had only called her to ask for a favor, and she had done it for him. She had not yet decided what she would tell him.
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Date: 2012-07-22 08:22 pm (UTC)