KAIA’S POV
After a moment, he continued in a low voice, his eyes distant like he was seeing a life that no longer belonged to him.
“It was hard,” he said. “Growing up and knowing, deep down, that I wasn’t like everyone else around me. Not even like my family. There was always something… different. Something always felt off with me. And they knew it too. They didn’t talk about it, but they knew. But somehow, they kept finding solutions to it, even knowing full well that a solution didn’t exist. I guess it was their way of not wanting to give up on me."
I stayed quiet, listening. Every word he said felt like peeling back another layer of who he really was.
And the more he spoke, the more curious I became.
He went on, “There was this man. He came around a lot when I was a kid. Always out
