“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.

attention to Ivan.

I’m going to make some cake for you boys. Play in your room, no

ute for

Karen still looked a little uneasy, but headed

alone, the two

on a canvas. York, bored, wandered around the little room–really just one space divided in two–trailing after

his back like a little old man. “She could

squeezing into this shoebox.”

wonder Aaron says women are impossible to figure

to himself, but Ivan paid him

casting shadows over his

York soon grew restless. Eyes darting mischievously,

He squinted at the canvas, frowning at the heavy reds

blacks.

ignored him, focusing on his

before fidgeting again. He grabbed a book from the paint cabinet and started flipping through it. It

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