“York.”

No one had ever called him by that name before–he almost didn’t realize she meant him.

“Are you hungry? How about I make you something nice to eat?”

York wanted to act tough, but his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.

He hadn’t eaten since last night, hadn’t managed much sleep either. The more he thought about things that morning, the worse he felt, and he’d slipped out without breakfast. He’d tried hiding out in a fast food place, but after the staff ke

where his parents were, he’d taken off again.

ing

The city sidewalks were packed, but he had nowhere to go. He flagged down a cab, and by the time he got out, he’d somehow wandered near this

neighborhood–following half–remembered directions from a previous visit. By some stroke of luck, he actually found the house.

“I… I want some pound cake.” York mumbled, not meeting Karen’s eyes.

Karen noticed how red his ears were and bit back a smile, nodding before realizing

he couldn’t see her.

up right now. You just sit tight.” She

attention to Ivan.

I’m going to make some cake for you boys.

ute for

Karen still looked a little

two

York, bored, wandered around the little

muttered, scowling, hands behind his back like a little old man. “She could be living at the estate, but

squeezing into this shoebox.”

women are impossible to figure

grumbled to himself, but Ivan paid him

casting shadows

with, York soon grew restless. Eyes darting mischievously, he shuffled over to

squinted at the canvas, frowning

blacks.

ignored him, focusing

lasted two seconds before fidgeting again. He grabbed a book from the paint cabinet

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