Nestled quietly in the plush back seat of his mother's sleek, latest-model Rolls-Royce, Griffin tapped away at his iPad, his tiny fingers gliding across the screen with surprising precision.
Inside the cocoon of tinted windows, the world outside blurred into obscurity, while his mother's new company towered in the distance, but he felt a thousand miles away.
He was deep into a round of League of Legends, locked in an intense duel with his mysterious online friend, ShadowStriker.
But despite his fast fingers, his heart wasn't in the game.
Every few minutes, Griffin's eyes flicked toward the car window, searching, hoping, and longing for just a glimpse of her. But each time, his hope dimmed a little more, like a candle flickering against the wind.
His bottom lip trembled, pushing out in a faint pout. The corners of his mouth drooped into a silent, sorrowful frown.
