And at my eighteen. Right after the birthday, when we were alone.

Nothing has changed. We were pulled and thrown back. And the gap between us grew.

And at the next meeting, we put on hopelessly cheerful smiles and did not discuss anything. As if it wasn't.

But this look. Every time this look. I tried to understand him, but I couldn't.

- Grandma, go. I'll be back in a minute,” I told Grandma, never taking my eyes off Alex. Her fingers reached for the bracelet on her arm, seeking reassurance.

Well, Alex Wilson, I know the rules of the game very well. I smiled, nodded in the direction the...