Jacob stayed by my side for a little while after his uncle left, but we didn’t speak much. It was a comfortable silence though. I felt, strangely, at ease in his company.

He wore a shirt, still. He must have come from work. He seemed so comfortable in a shirt, though. He wore it like it was a second skin. His slacks were kept up by a belt tied tightly around his waist. I imagined that it, and his shoes, were made from the finest leather that existed.

His clothing ...