In the distance, I spotted a figure slipping into the shadows.

Under the soft glow of the moonlight, the silhouette stood out—familiar, distinct, yet still so far away.

“Logan, thank you,” I murmured softly, my words dissolving into the night air. Without his quiet assistance, getting close to Mrs. Murphy wouldn’t have been this smooth. Maybe part of the reason she had agreed so readily was because of him.

Even when he wasn’t visible, even ...