Chapter 6

It was a tiny two-bedroom apartment, maybe five hundred square feet at most. The furniture was all old, well-worn pieces of wood that had been polished smooth from years of careful use.

Family photos lined the walls, showing Ethan as a little kid and his parents smiling and healthy, so different from the way they looked now.

"My dad's out working," Ethan said as he helped his mom back to her bedroom. When he came back, he poured me a glass of water and set it on the table. "Here. It's not much, but it's what we've got."

"It's fine,"…