“That’s easy, Logan. I see what’s in here,” I said, placing my palm over his heart. “And it’s good and pure.”
He smiled slightly and kissed my forehead.
“They made the right choice,” he whispered.
I didn’t understand what he meant. “Who?” I asked.
He pointed up with his index finger. “Them,” he said. “The Agents. You really are an incredible gift, Claire.”
His eyes were bright again. I knew he was going to live with his guilt for a lifetime but I was confident he would be fine. All of this had happened for a reason, just as I decided everything does. Logan had to face his demons in order to defeat them and I was grateful I had the strength it took to help him.
I took his hand and as I did a vision came to me causing my heart to glow. It was Logan, a little older, pushing a small boy on a swing set. The child was yelling, “Faster, Daddy, faster.” Logan was smiling proudly as he continued pushing the swing.
A tall blonde woman appeared beside him, looking very pregnant. Her face wasn’t visible. She placed her arm around his waist. “It’s time for lunch, you two,” she said endearingly.
“Five more minutes, please, mommy?” The boy screamed as Logan brought the swing to rest.
“Come on, buddy. Your mom makes the best grilled cheese and I’m starving,” Logan instructed, pulling the boy over his head and mounting him on his shoulders. The boy giggled and clutched Logan’s head. Logan kissed the woman on the lips softly and told her how much he loved her. The family walked toward the house.
The vision stopped and I noticed Logan’s jaw was practically lying on the floor. I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and squeezed his hand.
“What was that?” he inquired.
“That was your future, Logan,” I told him. “See, everything will work out for you.”
A colossal smile overtook his face. This was a look I had yet to see from Logan. He looked happy, and I loved how I was responsible for that.
“I’ll never forget that vision, Claire. I will hold on to that moment forever. Whenever things get tough and I want that drink, or feel sorry for myself, I’ll remember it. Thank you.” Logan hugged me tightly, lifting me off my feet.
“You don’t need to thank me, Logan. You taught me something as well.” He looked puzzled. “You taught me that a broken spirit could be put back together and shine as bright as it ever had.”
Logan smiled again and helped me gather my things. He carried my bag for me and we walked together out of the loft. There was more construction equipment in the halls. Drop cloths covered the floors. Most of the wood walls had been freshly sanded. Logan and I headed towards a staircase.
“Sorry, the elevator is broken,” Logan said as we made our way down the five flights of stairs.
CHAPTER 17
“A soul mate is one with whom you have a graceful affinity and while allures, too profound to value as anything more than chance. They may reappear from time to time as a delusion when indeed they are reality.” – Kandra J Gardner
We descended the final flight of stairs, entering a sizeable open area I assumed was the lobby. I stopped to admire the work that had been put into it. The renovations in the entrance had obviously been completed. The walls were warm, freshly polished wood. Marble floors shined making the entire room glisten.
“Wow, Logan, this is beautiful. Your uncle has done an amazing job,” I touted, admiring all of the details, such as the sconce lighting and the wood moldings.
“Thanks,” Logan said. “My uncle dreamed of restoring this place as long as I can remember. He finally started last fall. He still has a long way to go.”
“Well, it’s amazing,”
I chimed in. “Taking something so run down and bringing it back to life is a real gift.”
Logan smiled broadly. “That makes two people I know that have that gift then,” Logan complimented shyly, looking at the floor. He could be so sweet.
“I just gave you a little nudge, Logan. You did the hard part,” I reminded.
“Thanks again, Claire, for everything. I mean it. I couldn’t have done it without you,” Logan said, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me close to him.
“You’re welcome.”
Logan walked me as far as the front door, when I stopped, telling him I thought it was best for me to go alone. He kissed me on the forehead and handed my bag to me. I felt really good until I looked outside and saw the expression on Brent’s face.