Maya

It was Jackson's favorite night tonight—movie night. Fridays were for movie nights, and none, literally none of us had or would ever miss it. Jackson was seated between me and Nate, finding a safe place as the horror movie unfolded like he’d been anticipating it to be. The funniest part, even though he was scared of the movie he was watching the whole part of it through the gap of his fingers—it was his way. Every horror movie he'd ever seen had been seen through his ...