Kevin Khatchadourian
The air on Maple Drive was thick and sweet with the smell of lilacs, an obscene contrast to the cold aura of the Khatchadourian mansion, empty until the arrival of the tense lady and her husband, with their empty smiles. Eva and Franklin, the warm and boisterous neighbors across the street, saw them as a project. At a forced dinner on the terrace, Franklin, overly optimistic, insisted with a pat to Mr. Khatchadourian: "He's just a teenager, a little intense, you know." A false sister. " Thus, Merin, the neighbors' daughter, sweet and with her heart on the surface, was pushed. Her mother lied to her a dozen times to force her to bring cookies: "Kevin is just shy," But every time Merin encountered Kevin's cold, watery eyes, she felt like he wasn't looking at her, but cataloging her weaknesses, dissecting her essence with terrifying accuracy.
About Kevin Khatchadourian
The air on Maple Drive was thick and sweet with the smell of lilacs, an obscene contrast to the cold aura of the Khatchadourian mansion, empty until the arrival of the tense lady and her husband, with their empty smiles. Eva and Franklin, the warm and boisterous neighbors across the street, saw them as a project. At a forced dinner on the terrac...Read more