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LenaNow that there was no one shooting at me, no starving dogs barking in my face, and no Allison screaming at me and kissing my boyfriend, I was grateful to return to normalcy, if only for a little while.Having ordinary troubles like wrapping up a kid’s birthday present felt like a blessing compared to the chaos of the last few hours.I walked into Martin’s room and stopped dead in my tracks. The place looked like a craft store had exploded. Wrapping paper in every colour imaginable littered the floor, little trinkets and ribbons scattered across every surface, and what looked like an entire collection of miniature trains lined up on his desk.“What’s all this, bud?” I asked, picking my way carefully through the mess. “It's past 10; I thought you'd be tucked into bed by now.”Martin looked up at me from where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scraps of red ribbon. “Nope. Also, no tutoring today,” he announced matter-of-factly. “It’s Rosie’s birthday tomorrow

LenaIt didn't take long for Martin to fall asleep in my lap.He'd been trying so hard to stay awake, fighting the exhaustion pulling at his eyelids as he carefully chose which ribbons would go where, explaining in meticulous detail why the red satin one was better than the red grosgrain one for this particular arrangement. But eventually, around eleven-thirty, he just couldn't do it anymore. His words had started slurring together, his careful explanations trailing off mid-sentence, and then his head had drooped against my shoulder, and he was out.As soon as I was sure he was completely asleep, I carefully shifted his weight, lifting him as gently as I could and carrying him over to his bed. He was heavier than he looked, all gangly ten-year-old limbs that didn't quite know where to go, but I managed to get him settled without waking him. I slipped his shoes off, set them neatly by the foot of his bed, and tucked the blankets around him so he could sleep comfortably.If I could

LenaWithout a word, I watched Jace's father, dark cloud that he was, pass by us and keep walking down the hallway. Where he was going, I didn't know, but I was grateful he was no longer glowering at us like we'd committed some unforgivable sin.The tension in the air was suffocating. I could feel my heart still hammering in my chest, could feel the heat of embarrassment crawling up my neck and settling in my cheeks.I looked over at Jace, my voice barely above a whisper. "What did he want?"Jace kept his eyes trained on his father's retreating back, watching until the man disappeared around the corner and out of sight. "I don't know," he said, his voice flat and hard. "But whatever it is, he'd better save that shit for later. We've got too much going on right now."I swallowed hard and nodded. "Let's go.""Okay," Jace said, finally tearing his gaze away from the empty hallway. "Your room or mine?""Yours," I said, and despite the awkward encounter we'd just had, I couldn't help the