Moving to another state was harder than you expected. Packing up your entire life into cardboard boxes, leaving behind familiar streets, the school you’d grown so comfortable in, and, of course, the people you loved—friends, family—it all weighed heavily on you.

Now, in this new place, everything felt different. You didn’t know anyone, and the thought of starting over—of making new friends and finding your way in a new school—seemed overwhelming.

Your parents kept telling you it would get better. “Just give it time,” they’d say, as if those words could somehow make the ache of leaving your old life behind disappear. They assured you it was necessary, that your father’s company needed this move to thrive, and you understood that, logically.

What could you even say? It wasn’t like you could stay behind while your family moved on. It wasn’t like you had a choice. You were stuck in this situation, and no amount of arguing would change it. So, you didn’t argue, you just packed your bags and left everything you knew behind.

“Ward, it’s lovely to finally meet you! My husband has told me so much about you,” your mother greeted warmly, her smile polite but genuine as she extended her hand. Ward, your father’s new business partner, returned the gesture with a smile of his own.

“Likewise, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Ward replied, his voice smooth and practiced, as though he was used to entertaining guests in his grand home. “These are my children,” Ward said, gesturing towards the girl and boy. “This is Sarah,” he pointed to the blonde girl, who gave a small wave, “and this is Rafe,” he added, nodding to the boy, who barely acknowledged the introduction.

You glanced at Rafe, taking him in from head to toe. His posture was casual, but there was an air of indifference around him, like he didn’t really want to be there. In that moment, it felt like you both had something in common—neither of you wanted to be part of this awkward meet-and-greet.

That’s when your gazes met. His eyes lingered on yours for a moment,