Chapter 193 Logan's Reunion

• Logan looked at himself in the mirror for the fifth time the next morning. He was dressed sharply as ever in his work clothes. Already he had tied and retied his tie three different times. This final time, he undid it and tossed it carelessly to the side. It fluttered down onto the floor of my bedroom.
• “You look great,” I told him, leaning on the doorframe, looking in. “But even if you didn’t, your foster parents wouldn’t care.”
• “Everything has to be perfect,” he said. He sounded more nervous than I had ever heard him before. Rarely was he ever anything but totally confident, especially in relation to his physical appearance.