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“Are you hungry? How about | make you something nice to eat?”
York wanted to act tough, but his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.
He hadn't eaten since last night, hadn’t managed much sleep either. The more he thought about things that
morning, the worse he felt, and he'd slipped out without breakfast. He'd tried hiding out in a fast food place, but
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where his parents were, he'd taken off again.
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The city sidewalks were packed, but he had nowhere to go. He flagged down a cab, and by the the got out,
he'd somehow wandered near this
neighborhood-following half-remembered directions from a previous visit. By sstroke of luck, he actually
found the house.
“I... I want spound cake.” York mumbled, not meeting Karen's eyes.
Karen noticed how red his ears were and bit back a smile, nodding before realizing
he couldn't see her.
“Alright, sweetheart, I'll whip one up right now. You just sit tight.” She turned her
attention to Ivan.
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Ivan nodded. Karen still looked a little uneasy, but headed off to the kitchen.
Left alone, the two boys ignored each other.
Ivan walked to his desk, set out his paints, and started working on a canvas. York, bored, wandered around the
little room-really just one space divided in two-trailing after the family dog as if he were on patrol.
“Is Alessia really alright in the head?” York muttered, scowling, hands behind his back like a little old man. “She
could be living at the estate, but insists on
squeezing into this shoebox.”
“No wonder Aaron says women are impossible to figure out.”
He grumbled to himself, but Ivan paid him no mind, quietly filling his canvas with
color, lashes casting shadows over his cheeks.
With no one to bicker with, York soon grew restless. Eyes darting mischievously, he shuffled over to Ivan’s side
and sat down.
“What are you painting?” He squinted at the canvas, frowning at the heavy reds and
blacks.
Ivan ignored him, focusing on his work.
York barely lasted two seconds before fidgeting again. He grabbed a book from the paint caband started
flipping through it. It was full of colorful illustrations, but he lost interest quickly.
He was about to put it back when Ivan caught the movement out of the his eye.
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Ivan put down his paintbrush and stretched out his hand. York, grinning mischievously, jumped to his feet,
holding the book even higher.
“Con, can’t have it! Too slow!” York teased, waving the book just out of Ivan’s
grasp.
Ivan stood up, reaching again. York
moved the book higher. Ivan pulled
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With a ripping sound, York fell to the floor-and the book tore in two.
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