Stephen Michell

Under the table, the boy shut his eyes and tried to think about everything that was happening. He thought hard about his foster mother—Evie—picturing her face, and he tried to picture the stranger. He was trying to think about them in his other way, his

lips bleeding.

Under the table, the boy shut his eyes and tried to think about everything that was happening. He thought hard about his foster mother—Evie—picturing her face, and he tried to picture the stranger. He was trying to think about them in his other way, his