Belief in the Cause
Chapter 16: Belief In The Cause Logan sat in his wheelchair, gazing intently at an old photograph of himself. In the image, he stood tall in the woods, with a fishing rod in hand and a radiant smile on his face. He brought the picture closer, tracing the contours of his legs, a bittersweet reminder of his former mobility. Bling entered the room, breaking Logan's reverie. Startled, Logan quickly set the photo down on the table. "Logan, I'm heading out. Do you need anything?" Bling inquired, concern etched in his voice. Logan, still facing away, waved off the offer. "Nah. I'm good. Thanks." Bling glanced at his watch, sensing something amiss. "You sure?" Logan let out a weary sigh, his gaze drifting upward. "Sure, I'm sure. I've got everything I need -- right here between these four walls." Bling's unease grew palpable. "You okay? You seemed kinda down lately. Problems with Max?" Logan turned his wheelchair arou...