The sun began coming up behind the trees in the backyard, shining their light over the books that surrounded me with far-off places and adventures that I would never go on. Not that I needed any further adventures. I have had enough to last me an entire lifetime at this point in my life, and the biggest plot twist was just here on my doorstep.
I could not sleep for a single minute, and still I did not feel tired. It was not that I was in a new place, or that I could hear the light snoring coming from Mr. van Leer’s room. It wasn’t even the fact that the duvet I was sleeping under felt scratchy and just a little bit too new to my liking.
It was Blake…
I could see his beat up face in front of me. I could see the broken nose and the blood and the hair sticking to his forehead. Asking for
