The image, so innocent and tender, contrasted starkly with the turmoil of the present. "You're still my family. I don't know what this bastard is up to, and I can't bear to lose another loved one."
Logan's expression shifted, the gravity of Ryder's words sinking in.
"I know you must feel conflicted right now. Adrian grew up with him and loved him like a brother. He's been good to your kids, too," Ryder continued, his voice laced with a mixture of empathy and determination.
He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, the unlit end dangling as if it held all his unspoken worries.
But before Ryder could light it, Logan stepped forward, offering a lighter.
The unexpected gesture spoke volumes, a silent affirmation of the bond they shared as cousins, and a testament to the trust that still lingered between them.
