ed marble floors. The house was eerily still, as if it was void of warmth, and the deeper they wa
ressing. He was still watching her,
she had to say something
me," she said, aiming f
ut turning. "
inked.
walls, floors, and ceilings." he said, as t
dn't call it a home.
et of double doors, revealing a spacious room fi
t about him. It was about Ethan. Lena had already seen g
hallway, Damien Le
A thick, plush rug sprawled across the floor, cushioning a small vintage wooden train set and an untouched puzzle. Against the large bay window sat a cushioned bench, and curle
hest tightened at
her wasn't like most typical five-year-olds. He wasn't playing, wasn't making a mess, wasn't filled
ut his face was softer, rounder-still clinging to childhood in a w
d, "this is Lena. She's going to be stayi
lo," Dam
ence st
mething stir
ber gaze-but because they held something else. A quietness that he alone understood. Like he had already learne
she said gent
ok away. He just stared at her, expression blank, like he was studying her as much as
keeping her voice light. "Max
, who stood a few feet behind her, ar
t talk muc
owned.
al
to Ethan. "He
ed. "He hasn't spoken to anyone
mach twist
a favorite boo
if the question had
now," he s
lization settling deep in her chest. Damien didn't know, not because he
stance between father and
kept a respectful distance. "That's okay," she said
re-kids who had been shy, scared, timid, or hesitant to trust
eemed un
ed, stepping forward. "If he d
bout it unsettled Lena. She looked up at him, frowni
s expression didn't change. "I t
h
ather's words, didn't react outwardly, but there was something about the way his shoulders tensed-like he was used to
en more. "Max was a littl
w it, the way Ethan's eyes shifted,
led. "I'll let you read, but I'd love to
rned back to Damien, who
through to him?" he ask
. "I think he's just cautious.
he exhaled and turned toward the door. "You'll be on a schedule," he said, walk
im leave, her
than, who was still watching her,
least, but maybe-just maybe-th