Chapter 163 - Gunshot
Logan's POV
"What do you mean your son's mother is dead?" Dad asked, his voice shaking but still trying to sound in control.
"What happened to her?"
"Who killed her?"
I turned to look at him, completely thrown off.
Seriously?
This man just heard someone say his baby mama was shot and all he could do was ask follow-up questions like this was some police interrogation?
I stared at him, confused and honestly a little pissed. "Is he serious right now?" I muttered.
Why would anyone ask a man who just lost the mother of his child to explain better? Who does that? Someone who's clearly on the edge, possibly bleeding, possibly about to die too—and my father was treating him like a witness at a crime scene.
I didn't care if the call hadn't ended yet—I couldn't hold it back.
"Who is him, Dad?" I asked under my breath. I didn't want to wait until the call was over. I needed answers now. I was already losing my mind.