Malachi Barton.

I don't usually go to houses like that.

Too… normal. Calm. As if everything were in its place and I were the only one out of place. But with Martí it's different. With him I can forget a little bit of all the crap about being "the Disney guy" and that's it.

Even so, I knew I shouldn't be there.

I had a sister. I didn't know much about her, but enough: best to keep your distance.

That's why he was half-covered up, trying not to attract attention. As if that would do any good.

Then I noticed her.

He came in quietly, but I still felt him. I looked up… and there he was. Staring at me like he'd just seen a ghost.

And in that second, I knew it for sure.

This had gotten incredibly complicated.