Lynn's POV
Logan quickly stepped in front of me.
Then I saw clearly, it was Charles.
Not surprised. Not even close to surprised. After failed attempts at my building, Charles hide himself in my office garage on a Monday morning is exactly the kind of move that makes complete sense if you've run out of better ones.
He looks terrible.
One eye swollen nearly shut, old bruising yellowed at the edges. A split on his lip, reopened. The charcoal Armani suit — I remember that suit, I remember telling him he looked good in it, which now feels like information about a different person — is wrinkled in the specific way that requires three nights of sleeping in it to achieve. He hasn't shaved. There is a coffee stain on his right cuff.
I register all of it and feel approximately nothing.I felt n
