I was in my room packing my things. The evening sun was peeking through my window, making everything look gold. I folded my clothes neatly, placed my shoes in a bag, and gently put my favorite sketchbook on top. I was moving to Phillip’s house today. My heart beat faster just thinking about it.

When I finished packing, I dragged my box toward the door. It was heavy, but I didn’t mind. I was ready. I stepped outside.

Then I saw him—Desmond.

He stood there like he had been waiting for a while. My steps stopped.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, holding my box tighter.

Desmond looked straight...