![]() Or maybe it was just I was a decent person who couldn’t bear the thought of leaving a child to this. ![]() Or perhaps it was the carefully controlled mask Logan was wearing that slipped every now and then to show his fear. Perhaps it was seeing Maia’s mother treat her as badly as my mother had treated me, but in a much worse environment. I don’t know what possessed me to speak up. “No!” She covered her face, her shoulders shaking as she started to sob. It would just be temporary,” Logan tried to rationalize with her. “No.” Maia pushed away from me, backing up from us. ![]() I can’t leave you here, but I can’t let you stay with me until we work out this paternity stuff. “We’ll never get a straight answer out of her when she’s like this.” He looked over my shoulder to Maia. Logan turned to us, drawing my distraught gaze to his haggard face. ![]()
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