Evan
I could feel Helaine’s eyes linger on me as I moved toward the makeshift kitchen, where I’d already prepared her snack. Leaning against the fridge, I took in a deep breath, regaining my composure.
My willpower and self-control was something I took pride in, a skill I’d honed over decades of living with my condition. I needed to always be in control of myself, or I could lose everything all over again.
Helaine was just a human, but something about her drew me in from the first time I saw her, four years ago when she started taking classes at the art college where I spend my time.
I made a deal with myself that I wouldn’t interfere with her life unless she came to me first, but she never did. When she said that she was in danger of losing her apartment, I knew that if I didn’t do so
