Second Chance, Part Two
Logan
This is fucking insane. I ran my sweaty hands over the steering wheel. Cold air blasted from the little vents in the dashboard, drying out my eyes. Refusing to rub them, to blink, to miss her, I felt around the controls until my fingers found the knob to turn down the AC. The sun was a murky beacon being snuffed out by grey clouds. Wind whipped and shuddered the stocky palm trees framing the front of the courthouse. A per...