Chapter 407 A Strange Scent

• Ella
• Once again, we slipped into another comfortable pattern. Logan’s presence in my bed became familiar, our boundaries remaining firm. But there was something else, too: Logan slipped out of the bed and disappeared at least once a week, only to reappear come morning.
• One evening, as I was laying there staring up at the ceiling and wondering where he went this time, I heard the front door quietly click open.