Chapter 117

Logan

Monday morning, my limo pulled up in front of the Maria Fareri Children's Hospital. I got out of the car, dressed like Santa Claus, scooped up the huge red bag filled with toys sitting in the backseat, and slung them over my shoulder. I laughed, thinking of Abigail. Actually, she was the one who gave me the idea to dress like Santa Claus. I chuckled and walked into the building with no fanfare or publicity. I didn't want this to turn into a three-ring circus. The children deserved better.

"We'll start off here in the ICU," the hospital coordinator said, dressed in a business dress suit and matching high heels that clicked against the linoleum floor as we walked past a wall with an impressive mermaid mural. "Many of the children here have cancer or leukemia, and are terminal."

My brow furrowed in concern. "Isn't there anything more that can be done?"

She forced a smile. "We're doing all that we can."