Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel







Logan’s Story

A Sand & Clay Prequel Novella






Sarah Robinson

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Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Robinson

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This book is dedicated to the entire Eckle family.  I’ve written almost all my books on your couch when I was babysitting your children, who I have grown to love more than I ever thought possible.  I am so honored to have them as my flower girl and ring bearer at my upcoming wedding.  I love you all!


Secondly, to my amazing author assistant, Holly Morales, my rocking Team Tainted street team led by Holly, Jennifer Pierson, Destiny Wright, and Beth Hurley.  Without you guys, I would be nothing.  You are appreciated more than you will ever know!









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Sarah Robinson is the three-time Amazon Bestselling Author of
Sand & Clay
Tainted Bodies
, and
Tainted Pictures
. Her very popular trilogy, The Photographer Trilogy, includes
Tainted Bodies, Tainted Pictures,
and the not yet released
. Her latest publications include
Sand & Clay
Logan’s Story
, both in the
Sand & Clay Series
. All of her novels have reached Amazon’s Bestseller Rank in Crime, Crime, Thriller, Contemporary Romance, and/or Romantic Suspense. She also has a very large social media following, including over ten thousand Facebook fans.

Her writing often concentrates on the complexity of love in emotions, combining psychological complexities and human flaws to create very real characters that readers can relate with. Her work focuses on redemption and forgiveness, learning to build on what has been broken. Her characters are often in conflicting situations, leaving the reader to decide what is right and what is wrong. She uses her stories to hold a mirror up to the reader and ask them to see things they never knew, or had forgotten, about themselves.

Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in criminal psychology. She is newly married to her soul mate, Justin, who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiasts as she is.  Together, they own a zoo of rescues including 2 dogs, 7 cats, and 5 turtles, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.







There was absolutely nothing that could have made him feel more helpless than sitting in the hospital waiting room next to his father, swinging his little legs that didn’t quite reach the floor and counting the tiles on the floor.  Logan wanted to run home and grab his Superman cape that he kept hidden underneath his pillow. He wanted to fix everything like they did in the cartoons he was allowed to watch every Saturday morning before his parents woke up.  

A tall man in scrubs walked into the room and pulled the surgical mask off his face, unveiling a grimace as he looked toward Logan and his father.  Logan was startled at the sudden movement as his dad jumped up out of his seat and rushed over to the doctor, leaving Logan alone on the plastic chairs wondering what was going on.  

“Mickey Clay?”  The doctor asked looking first at Logan’s father, then past him to see Logan watching them intently with a look that begged the doctor for good news.

“Yes, that’s me.  How is my wife?  Is she okay?”  His speech was hurried and hoarse, betraying his tough exterior with the depth of his emotional turmoil.  

“Laura is doing fine, she came out of surgery pretty well and is still sedated.  We are going to keep her under for a while longer to give her body and her brain time to heal. The trauma was severe.” The doctor explained to him.

“When can I see her? When will she wake up?”

“You can see her now if you want but I have to warn you that she is hooked up to a lot of tubes and wires, it might be frightening.”  The doctor nodded toward Logan indicating that a five year old child might not be equipped for the sight.  Mickey nodded then brushed it aside. They were proud Irish men.  Irish men could handle tough, they could handle pain, and his son would learn to handle pain.  

“When will she be awake?” Mickey asked again.

“Let’s see how she does overnight first and then maybe her vitals tomorrow will indicate that she is ready to be awoken.”  The doctor told Mickey, as he looked back down at the papers in his hands as if to visually confirm what he was saying was accurate.  

“Okay, I want to go see her.”  Mickey said firmly, crossing his arms and daring the doctor to try to stop him.  The doctor was no fool and knew that this giant, six and a half foot man with the broadest shoulders he had ever seen was not someone who could be told what to do.

“Of course, I will have one of the nurses take you to her immediately.  Uh, Mr. Clay, there is one more thing I need to talk to you about.”  The doctor cleared his throat and Mickey stared at him, his stomach up in his throat waiting to hear what else could go wrong.

“When your wife’s car hit the pole, the car stopped but her body kept going.  Good news is that she was wearing her seatbelt, which is the only reason that she is alive.  However, the bad news is that the seatbelt held her bottom half still and the jolt forward of her top half broke several vertebrae at the very bottom of her spine.”  He avoided direct eye contact with Mickey, always hating to give news like this to patient’s families.  

“What are you saying?  Doc, are you saying Laura is paralyzed?”  Mickey’s stomach let go and fell to the floor along with his jaw as his eyes widened and the image of his wife in a wheelchair flooded his brain.  The woman he loved more than anything, who he took dancing every Friday night when they could find a babysitter, the woman who waltzed around the living room while she vacuumed just because, confined to a wheelchair just didn’t seem possible.  

“Nothing is confirmed until she wakes up and we do some tests but you need to prepare yourself now that this is a real possibility.  I am really very sorry that this happened, we did the best we could do but the car accident was so extreme.  She is lucky to be alive.”  He smiled at Mickey with one of those practiced doctor smiles where his eyes are frowning with pity but his mouth is in a tight upward turn in an attempt to comfort.  It wasn’t working.

Mickey stood frozen as he watched the doctor walk away and contemplated everything that had just happened.  Less than two hours ago, he had been talking to his wife on the phone as she told him she was getting in her car to come home from work.  She was a nurse working the late shift so it was almost midnight but she always called Mickey anyway to let him know she was on her way.  They did everything together and were always in constant communication.  She was the love of his life.  Laura Clay was the most beautiful woman he had ever met and now she might not ever walk into his arms again.  

Clearing his throat and blinking back tears that stung with embarrassment, Mickey turned around to look at his son.  Logan was still in the plastic hospital chair with his head leaning against the wall and his legs crunched up against the arm rest.  He was fast asleep and had no idea the life sentence his mother had just received.  Mickey fought harder to push the tears back.

Men don’t cry.
  He kept reminding himself of that over and over again but it was becoming harder to believe.  He scooped up his son with ease and walked to the nurses station to find where his wife was.

He didn’t care that she was sedated, he was going to be there for every moment.  He would be there when she woke up and he would stick by her side through anything that came from today.  He decided it all right then and there.  He was a man, an Irish man, who had made a vow and no matter what happened, he was not going to break that vow.  He clenched his jaw and breathed in deep as he held his five-year old son closer and reminded himself of those promises that they made standing in front of everyone they loved.  Mickey Clay would love Laura for the rest of his life.  Period.







“Dude, you’re bleeding.” Dylan nodded his head, looking at Logan’s hand that was currently dripping blood onto the strings of the guitar he was playing.

“Oh, shit. I’ll be right back.” Logan glanced down at his fingers and the placed the guitar down, propping it on the nearby stand.

“Don’t get any blood on the stage, asshole.” Dylan said, rolling his eyes at the lead singer as he headed out to the tiny bathroom backstage. Logan didn’t bother to answer, he was used to the razzing from his band mates. There was no way to explain to someone who didn’t live and breathe art, how much he loved the pain that came with plucking the chords of the perfect song.  

Logan opened the bathroom door and immediately let go of the door handle since something sticky had been left on it and had transferred to his hand.  He grimaced as he looked at some gloppy, green substance on his hand mixing with the blood from his blistered fingers.  He quickly turned on the faucet in front of him, looking at himself in the mirror as he shoved his hands under the not so clear water churning out of the pipes.  

One day.

Logan thought about the future as he examined the bags under his eyes from being up all night playing at this bar.  One day he wasn’t going to need crappy gigs like this where the only people left listening to them play was a few drunk girls hoping to go home with them and a few career alcoholics who couldn’t find their way out the door.  

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