Logan rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s really not a big deal.”

Benny shook his head.

“It absolutely is.”

I folded my arms.

“Logan, please explain.”

He took a breath.

“This morning, Andrew wanted to go see the Jacksons’ dog.”

“Rufus?”

“Yeah. He kept asking, so I took him for a walk.”

I nodded.

“We were passing Mr. Henson’s house when I heard something fall.”

I knew Walter Henson.

He was seventy-eight, lived four houses down, and had been a widower for years.

Every summer, he grew enormous tomatoes and gave them away to neighbors.

After Daniel’s funeral, Walter had brought us homemade chili.

He hadn’t stayed long.

He’d simply told me that grief never disappeared completely, but people gradually learned how to live with it.

I’d never forgotten his kindness.

Logan continued.

“Mr. Henson was lying on his porch beside the swing.”

My stomach tightened.

“What happened to him?”

“He wasn’t responding normally.”

Benny stepped forward.

“Walter experienced a serious cardiac emergency.”

I looked at Logan.

“What did you do?”

He lowered his eyes.

“I told Andrew to stay by the fence. Then I called 911.”

The officer nodded.

“The emergency dispatcher guided Logan through the situation.”

Logan’s voice became quieter.

“Mr. Henson stopped breathing normally. The dispatcher told me to start chest compressions.”

I stared at my son.

“You performed CPR?”

He nodded.

“For almost six minutes,” Benny explained.

My hand flew to my mouth.

I knew exactly how physically exhausting CPR could be.

Even trained medical professionals often rotated during prolonged resuscitation efforts.

Yet my seventeen-year-old son had continued helping an elderly neighbor until emergency responders arrived.

“The dispatcher counted with him,” Benny said. “Logan followed the instructions and didn’t leave Walter’s side.”

I looked at Logan.

He was staring at the floor.

Then he whispered something that made my eyes fill with tears.

“I didn’t want him to be alone, Mom.”

For a moment, the kitchen went completely quiet.

I understood immediately.

Daniel.

The roadside.

The truck.

The thought that his father had spent his final moments without family nearby.

Logan had carried that memory for two years.

And now, when he found someone else in trouble, he refused to walk away.