Paige traced his upper arm where there was a raven tattoo curiously. “What does this mean?” She asked and he looked down at it.
“I don’t know. Saw it on a walk back home and thought it looked cool.”
“Back home. But you moved here like four years ago. You would have been…”
“Fourteen.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal.
“Your parents did not mind?” She asked even her mom would have given her s**t for it and she was not always present.
“My dad said it could have been bigger.”
“And your mom?”
“She’s dead.”
“Oh no. I am so, so, sorry.” Paige gasped feeling stupid. Why did she have to bring that up?
“Doll, she died when I was crawling, it’s fine.” He laughed then stood up, grabbed his hoodie from the floor and put it on.
“You are leaving?” She asked standing up too. She had put on
