“Who are you, Jayden?” we asked.
He giggled, then stopped suddenly and said in a hoarse whisper, “I’m not who I should be. Instead of being born the wrong person, I was born not anyone. Just like an artie.”
We weren’t sure what to say to that. Anima sat down cross-legged on the floor. “What do you do?”
He glanced up at Lonnie, then back down at us. “I do what I must, what I have to, what I shouldn’t.”
This is a very talky story — not a whole lot of plot going on — but I wanted to play with his early relationship with Lina in a fairly isolated environment.
They’ll be getting into plenty of trouble soon, trust me.