A complete wreck. His usually perfect dark hair is disheveled, and his clothes look like he slept in them. I step forward and pull him into a hug. He isn’t the hugging type, but he’s just going to have to get past it, because whether he likes it or not, this is what he needs right now. “Are you okay? It must have been awful.” He steps aside, motioning for us to come in. “I’m trying not to think about it. I don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt Mr. Baker. He was so nice.” “I know.” Only I do know why someone might want to hurt him—to steal his essence. “What were you doing at his house anyway?” “He asked me to stop by and take a few bags of clothing down to the shelter for him. He said he didn’t want to throw out perfectly good clothes when there are people who need them.” “I thought Henry got around pretty well,” Logan says, stepping closer to me.
