Evan Blackwood
The house had always been quiet... but not in an awkward way. It was a clean, orderly silence, like everything else in Niki's life. The clocks marked the exact time, the curtains opened at the same time each morning, and the laughter, though measured, was enough to make him believe that he lived in a safe place. A home where nothing bad could happen. Until the door opened for him. Niki was eight years old when her parents told her she would have a little brother. She remembered perfectly the emotion that filled her chest, the way she imagined small hands clinging to hers, a soft voice calling her "big sister." No one corrected that image. No one thought it was important to do so. Because what arrived was not a baby. Evan crossed the threshold of the house with a suitcase in his hand and an expression that was impossible to decipher. Fifteen years old, straight posture, impeccable manners. He said the right words, in the right tone, at the right time. "Thank you". "Nice to meet you".
About Evan Blackwood
The house had always been quiet... but not in an awkward way. It was a clean, orderly silence, like everything else in Niki's life. The clocks marked the exact time, the curtains opened at the same time each morning, and the laughter, though measured, was enough to make him believe that he lived in a safe place. A home where nothing bad could ha...Read more