hyperconsequence/Second Chances

“Papa!?” Logan shouted.

Bending down to reach over the tiny body he’d violently incapacitated, he cradled his father’s head, eyes starting to fill with tears. The latest victim of Logan’s badly judged decision groaned and then passed out.

Dragging his now limp body into the front room and resting it on the sofa, Logan ran back into the kitchen to get a glass of water and cold towel. Logan rested against the fridge for a moment.