“I know what that’s like.” Leif took Henry’s head in his hands, getting a good look at the wound. “Yeah, you got yourself good. I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but I should clean this out so I can get a good look at it.”
The men trundled down the rope ladder and out of the tree fort, and then they made their way into the house. The hour was late, and it felt intimate to still be at Henry’s home. For someone he barely knew, Henry had become strangely familiar.
“She fell asleep on her iPad.” Henry chuckled as he strode into the kitchen where he left Leif waiting. “Good thing it’s the weekend. You would have one grumpy six-year-old on your hands in school tomorrow.”
Leif grabbed a paper towel off the holder mounted under one of the cabinets and ran it under lukewarm water. “Let’s see t
