Autumn came with cold winds and colorful vegetation; not that Byron saw much of it. 

Of his family name and reputation, he had been overfed; until his belly swelled and ached, until his mind agonized, until he couldn’t bare the sound his name made. 

Every weekday, he worked at the company. Every Saturday, he went to therapy in the morning and volunteered at shelters in the afternoons until evening. 

Sunday was made to be a chore day. Of the week, he only had the Sunday afternoon for himself. And he usually spent it sleeping.

“Byron!” A familiar voice called for him. Byron turned around to greet his now-new friend. It...