Chapter 133– Warmth In The Cold
Tyler's POV
I was too weak to protest.
My lips didn't move. My arms didn't lift.
So I let him.
I let Logan raise me up from the cold, wet ground like I was nothing more than a sack of bones.
Like I wasn't the same boy who used to scream and fight and refuse help from anyone.
He moved slowly. Carefully.
His hand found mine and gently placed it over his shoulder.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and held me close, steadying me as he guided me to the car.
The rain was still falling.
Hard.
Angry.
It didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon.
Logan opened the car door and helped me inside.
He didn't just throw me in—he made sure I was comfortable, even though I was soaked and shivering like a leaf in the wind.
Then he shut the door gently and rushed back out to pick my clothes from the floor.
I turned my head slowly and peeked through the window.
