“What’s your favorite breakfast food?”

I smiled. “French toast. What’s your favorite hat?”

Logan laughed. “Fez.”

Laughing as well, I asked “A fez, really?”

He nodded. “I look damn good in a fez. Don’t knock it till you see it.”

We had been paying ’20 questions’ for an hour now. We were well past 20 questions and had moved on from the regular favorite color or candy.

“What was your mom like?” Logan was quiet for a bit before he asked.

I took a deep breath and leaned back in the seat. “From what I remember? She was like sunlight; you just wanted to be with her and soak up the warmth. But at the same time, she was the forest. Proud, mysterious, and magical. We used to take walks in the forest, just us. Sometimes she would take her wolf form, sometimes not, but we would alway go and walk.” It took me a minute to think of another question.

“I know the stories of how you took o