#Chapter 202: Burn It Down

I told Logan about my credit and debit cards. “All of my money is tied up,” I said. “He really doesn’t waste any time,” Logan grumbled. “We need to get you back here as soon as possible. There’s no telling what other tricks he might try to pull.” “I’m not sure what to do. I have maybe five dollars in quarters at home…” “Go to my foster parents,” Logan said. “Stay on the line. I’m going to put you on hold while I call them.” “Okay.” At least now, I had a heading. Putting the car in reverse, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the Christopher’s. For most of the trip, Logan had me put on hold. When he came back, he said, “It’s all set. They are going to get you some gas.” “This is so embarrassing,” I admitted. “It isn’t your fault, and no one is judging you. My foster parents know better than most how terrible my grandfather is.” Logan exhaled. “Hazel, I can’t tell you how sorry I am…” “Don’t,” I told him. “We are fighting a war here against a very powerful