Where Are The Tapes?

Chapter 184: Where Are The Tapes?

***Logan***

The kitchen was warm in that quiet, late-night way that felt unreal. The kind of warmth that only comes when the house is sleeping and the world outside is black and still. The cake baked slowly in the oven. The overhead light cast a soft yellow glow that made the flour particles floating in the air look like dust motes dancing. The scent of vanilla,