Being only five minutes in the house, she felt like the walls were closing in on her. It was funny enough because the places she used to live before were ten times smaller than this one but for some reason she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Was it the guilt of what had happened that was eating her alive? To be honest, there were a lot of reasons that were making her feel like that and she just needed to escape, even if it only meant going as far as the house’s yard to smoke a cigarette. And from the looks of it she wasn’t the only who needed that escape. A broody kind of guy was sitting there all by himself quietly smoking, he probably needed some time to adjust to all the new changes, just like everybody else. She was hesitant to bother him so she didn’t. She sat down and across him and began rolling her own cigarette without saying a word.
Aiden peered at the young woman in the mid-day sun. She was recognizable, if only for the vibrant hair she sporting which he knew from the photographs he was given by the agency.
“Hey, you,” he shuffled a few steps closer to her and looked around the neighborhood to see if anyone was close enough to hear their conversation. “You’re my new sister, aren’t you?”
