The Boy's Healing

"Look there," Jamal pointed at the small balcony and we both stepped out. "Shit, Logan might have tried to break the grill."

I noticed the bent grill at the corner, but I shook away Jamal's assumptions. The grill was too strong and I didn't want to think of the possibilities that Logan could break it. I didn't want to think that he could jump right from here without anybody noticing or helping him. I didn't want to.

"It's pretty high up here. This apartment has fourteen floors, right? We need to talk to the landlord or security guard and see if the terrace door's locked. We need to keep him safe," Jamal whispered to me and I nodded in agreement.

"Is Logan still showering?"

"Yeah I checked up on him a few minutes ago and he was shaving," he replied and shoved his hand in his pocket. He retrieved rolls of newspaper and thrust it against my chest. "I found these in the mess, look."

"What is it?" My forehead creased as I unfurled one of the papers. My eyes darted between the paper and Jam