Losing Logan

Chapter 25

I let mom snap a couple pictures of me in my dress

before I run out the door. Logan slips into the car

with me.

"I appreciate you wanting me to be there, Zoe, but

I'd really rather sit this one out," he says sadly.

"Oh, we aren't going to the dance."

He perks up in alarm. "Then where are we going?"

"You'll see."

I drive for about fifteen minutes, pulling into the

cemetery parking lot.

"What are we doing here?" he asks as I get out of

the car, careful not to catch my dress in the door.

"Just come on, there's someone I want you to

meet."

I probably look hilarious climbing the stone wall

in my tight lace dress, heels in hand, but I don't really

care. I drop down on the other side, motioning for Logan

to follow me. The moon is full and it sets the cemetery

aglow with a soft white light. I come to a stop in a familiar

part of the cemetery, not far from where Logan is buried.

Kneeling in the soft grass I touch the white headstone,

letting my fingers trace the name.

Thomas Parker Reed.

Beloved husband and father.

"Did I ever tell you how he died?"

Logan stands behind me, I can feel him like

an extension of myself. Standing up, I close my eyes,

picturing him in my mind. When I open them, The

Reaper is standing between me and the headstone.

"Zoe," Logan reaches out but I wave him off.

"No, it's alright," I say softly. "I was sick. Stomach

flu or something. I wanted some soup, but we didn't have

any in the house. Dad was driving to the store to get

some when he was hit by a drunk driver. He died and the

other guy walked away without a scratch."

I take a deep breath. "I remember the police

coming to the door that night. I saw my mom crumple

to the floor like she was melting. And she looked over at

me, this terrible look in her eyes, and I knew. It was my

fault. He wouldn't have been on the road that night if it

wasn't for me."

I feel Logan's hand wrap around my arm. "Zoe, it

wasn't your fault."

I tilt my head. "I know. But I couldn't let it go, you

know? I take a step forward and The Reaper holds out its

hand to me. I take it, and it's as solid as Logan's.

The Reaper draws back its hood and my father's