My Neighbor-s Son Part 1 - Jack Radley Rafael... -

So I ignored him.

He was perched on his own roof, one knee drawn to his chest, a cigarette burning between his fingers even though he couldn’t have been older than me. The moonlight hit his face—sharp jaw, dark eyes, a small scar cutting through his left eyebrow. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the sky, like he was waiting for something to fall. My Neighbor-s Son PART 1 - Jack Radley Rafael...

For three days, I caught glimpses. A tall boy with messy dark curls, always in a faded gray hoodie. He never waved. Never smiled. He just sat on their back steps, sharpening a pocket knife against a whetstone, over and over. Weird , I thought. Stay away. So I ignored him

He nodded, like that made perfect sense. Then he flicked the cigarette into the dark and patted the shingle beside him. He wasn’t looking at me

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need friends. I had a plan: finish high school, move to the city, become invisible until then. New people meant questions. Questions meant answers. Answers meant trouble .

But tonight was different.