C57 Home Alone

Logan left just after noon.

He didn’t make a production of it.

He checked the terrace doors, murmured something to Claire in the kitchen, then came to stand in the doorway of the living room where I sat with a book I hadn’t read a single page of.

“I’ll be back after media,” he said. “Claire has everything you need. She’ll call me if there’s a problem.”

I nodded