Thirteen

Quinn wandered through Jenny’s house, unsure what she was searching for, not knowing what was and wasn’t normal for Zaire’s sister. A loveseat and television filled the living room. It wasn’t hard to picture a mom and boy snuggled in the cushions, eating popcorn and watching their favorite show, Zaire looming behind them, a self-appointed protector. The Darth Vader action figure peeking out from under the couch, only his helmet and mask visible, brought her a small,