Walking into Jeffery’s house, he felt warm. It was a far cry from his chaotic household. With Erik and everything.

People may of just thought he was doing a kind favor of being friends with Jeffery. But he wasn’t. He genuinely liked being around him.

He walked in and noticed a girl sitting in a chair and reading.

‘The Metamorphosis’ by Franz Kafka.

She seemed almost done with it.

“Who’s that?..”

He asked Jeffery, giving her a nod with his head.

“My sister.”