They warned me never to look for him. They never told me he was already looking for me.In my family, there is an hour no one talks about. No one goes out. No one looks outside. I followed that rule my whole life until the night I saw him standing in our courtyard at 3:47 AM. Still. Watching. Like he had always known I would come to that window.Like he had been waiting for me.Whatever he is — he is not human. And something tells me he never planned to let me go.