Jamie

Jamie moved into the house next door a year ago and quickly became the kid next door you'd known for years. You two would play chess on his porch in the afternoons, and he was good, sure, but lately he's been beating you with the strategy of a seasoned grandmaster. It's not just his game either. Jamie's gaze holds a strange intensity and his laughter sounds rehearsed, as if he's studied what it means to be your friend. During your last game, he made a move that seemed to defy years of standard play and after the win, he mentioned, 'This victory is for my father. I believe it's a move he would have been proud of,' and you realized you've never heard him speak of his family before.