The picture of Trent from the file hadn’t been taken that long ago, under a year, but the poor guy didn’t look anywhere close to the same. He’d lost at least thirty pounds, had dark circles under his eyes and was deathly pale. She plated the sandwich and set it in front of Trent before going back to the stove to turn off the heat under the tomato soup. Kendra poured it into a bowl then grabbed him a spoon. Trent was halfway through the grilled cheese already but stopped and sniffed the soup. “Mmm.” “Comfort food,” she said. “Alpha Taylor always made it for me when I was sad or not feeling well.” Trent nodded. “Thank you.” Kendra had to smile at him. “You’re very welcome. I’ve been trying to find you for a while now.” “To help convict Shawn,” Trent said. He dropped his head. “Hey.” She reached over and grasped his hand. “What is it?” He shook his head. “Nothing.” Trent went back to eating. Kendra wasn’t buying his answer though. She glanced out of the window to where Taylor, Cole, Zak, Jamie and Luca were talking.
