Eliana Bennett's home was a haven of warmth amid the chill of the morning, its nice blue door flanked by potted plants that her father, Frank, tended with loving care despite his frailty. Inside, the air smelled of fresh coffee and toast, a simple breakfast Eliana had prepared before the day's demands pulled her away. When the doorbell rang, Eliana, her slender frame clad in a nice sweater and jeans that hugged her warm brown skin, opened it to find James standing there, his imposing figure softened by a polite nod.
"Ms. Bennett," James said, his voice steady and reassuring, like a guardian delivering good news. "I'm back."
Eliana's expressive honey-brown eyes widened with a mix of surprise and hope, her lips parting slightly. "James... yes, of course. Come in. Is this about Henry? Did you find him?"
