Intro. It was supposed to be just a visit to the grandma. One of those quiet trips, smelling of cake at the end and soft covered waiting on the yard. Ethan, in his seven years and a heart the size of the world, held his teddy bear firmly - the same as he never let him sleep alone - and kept his tight backpack against his chest, full of colorful designs, friendly monsters and worlds that only he understood.
sitting next to Felipe - an older boy who smelled of paint and paper and was kind to him - Ethan felt safe. The subway lights passed fast through the windows, and the soft swing almost gave sleep.
But then, at the next stop, he entered.
A big man with a strong smell of wet street and eyes that seemed to look for something… or someone. Ethan felt his stomach tighten. The bear in his arms seemed to tremble too.