Eiden sized up the woman his dad had been leaning on. His eyes studied her carefully her short chestnut hair tied into a loose ponytail, her light denim jacket over a dark grey hoodie, and the neutral expression on her face. She looked calm and composed, but tired.
He was sure absolutely sure that he had never seen her before. Not in the streets, not in the supermarket, not near the college, not anywhere.
Not even once. His mind briefly flashed back to earlier that evening the arcade center, the flashing lights, the crowd and how he had seen his dad there, drunk and slouched, leaning on this very woman. A stranger. That image lingered for a second before Eiden let out a short breath and moved forward.
