#Chapter 210: Undeserving

Logan glared at his father for a long moment. Then, clear and crisp, he replied. “What happened to you, father? You were never a good man, but you were, at least, once a man. Now…” Logan waved to the entire state of his father. “You are a broken husk.” “Do as your grandfather wants you to do,” Logan’s father said, his face twisting with bitter rage. He stepped closer, but he was wobbly and off-balanced. Drunk. “Stop ruining my fucking life, you ungrateful ingrate!” With another unsteady step, Logan’s father tripped over his own feet and fell down face-first to the ground. His drink spilled all over the carpet. The glass rolled off the side, miraculously unbroken. Not even chipped, it seemed. Logan turned his back to his father, who now had begun sobbing into the carpet. Looking at me, Logan said, “Let’s get out of here.” Back in our temporary apartment, Logan spent the rest of the afternoon staring out the window, lost in thought. He didn’t say much to me, nor did he eat