3.15 Changes

MaKenzie called her sister first without any information. In a panic, MaKenzie called the police who also hadn't had any leads.

MaKenzie walked back into the house, leaving her lab coat draped on the sofa. In the distance, she herd Lexi's tears and went to hold her daughter in her arms. "Oh baby," she whispered hugging her close.




She had almost given up when the phone rang. It was Logan from the hospital. "MaKenzie hon, we found your father." MaKenzie wiped away her tears and relief overcame her. "Great Logan where is he?" But MaKenzie could tell something was wrong. Logan just wasn't Logan.
"He's in the morgue. He had a heart attack. Saturday morning. At the art gallery. They didn't find any identification on him. So when they brought him here, they started the paperwork process." MaKenzie stood unable to move.

MaKenzie arranged a wake the next day for after school. They rented out a large room and placed Jace's paintings on the wall. MaKenzie invited her sister and her aunt and uncle and their families. It was family MaKenzie hardly knew anymore, but they were family.
Together they mourned their loss.






Afterward, Logan sat at his wife's side outside. He had loved his father in law, but it was nothing compared to how MaKenzie had loved him. MaKenzie jumped to her feet to move across the yard but Logan was faster, he stopped her in her tracks and wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay," he whispered. She shook her head violently. Held her close and whispered encouraging words in her ear. Her sobs quieted down and she looked him in the eyes. “I hate this place Logan. Help me change it.”