I hastily turn the flashlight on my phone and peer around, screaming when I find Logan standing too close for comfort.
“How do you move that quietly? Whistle or something next time!”
His face is pinched with annoyance, but I don’t care. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
I move my phone’s light over him, trying to find a wound. “You’re not hurt.”
“No, I’m not, but it’s going to get cold fast if the power is out for long periods of time. Haven’t you seen the storm outside?”
“I don’t go outside unless I absolutely have to during December. There are too many people outside. And the wind hurts my face.”
Logan groans in despair, and I shush at him to calm down.
“Just head down to your car, and you’ll get home. It’s not that big of a deal. I’m sure the generators will take over.”
“Yeah, to
