Lukas returned to Philadelphia late in the afternoon, the sunlight mellow as it filtered through the towering buildings around the hotel. The ride back had been quiet. Even Jay and Roy, who usually cracked jokes or argued over music, remained thoughtful after the visit to the orphanage. Something about that morning had shifted the mood.
Once inside his hotel suite, Lukas dropped his coat and shoes near the door, stretched a little, and headed straight for the couch. He didn't switch on the TV or even check his phone. The calm from the church still lingered inside him, and for the first time in weeks, he let himself truly rest.
He woke up a few hours later to the sound of the doorbell. Still in his joggers, Lukas walked over and opened the door to find Henry standing there, holding what looked like an armful of folders and documents.
"Took you long enough," Lukas said with a tired smirk.
