LOGAN’S REVENGE SYSTEM

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX

Logan's fingers fumbled with the phone, and in his perplexed state, Logan found himself standing outside, absentmindedly picking up leaves.

Peeling the leaves off one by one, Logan mumbled to himself, caught in a bizarre inner debate. "Call them, don't call them," he muttered, each torn leaf leaving him more uncertain about the course of action he should take. Finally, as if the leaves held the key to his dilemma, he stopped at "call them," staring at the crumpled foliage in his hands.

"Why am I doing this? If they were really my family, they would have called me after I sneaked out of the hospital," Logan reasoned aloud, the absurdity of his leafy divination not lost on him. Yet, the uncanny resemblance he had stumbled upon lingered in his mind, a persistent whisper of doubt.

Unable to shake off the disquiet, Logan tossed the leaves aside and returned to his laptop. As daybreak painted the sky, he continued scrutinizing the images of the man who bore an uncanny resemblance to him. Th