NATHAN’S POV
It was the second day of the two week long Tristate School Competition. After finishing my essay on History (yes, we were still required to do school works), it was already time for dinner. My study table was cluttered with crumpled pieces of papers and my back was hurting from staying on one position for too long. Alastair had already fallen asleep on her bed, hugging the blanket that I had wrapped around her after she started dozing off during her eighth episode of The Umbrella Academy, her body visibly shivering.
I stood up. Scrutinizing the small apartment with a look, that’s when I noticed the dramatic drop in the temperature. There were frosted crusts on the side of the windows that directly look out into the dark sky, and all the other people out on the street down b
