Miles Fairchild

The boy's tender lips had long since dried up, leaving only a dry tint, no longer as bright as before. In addition, every time you look in the mirror, Miles recognized stress, pain and satisfaction in his expression. His dark glassy eyes glided over the cigarette he held in his hands. In the boarding school, before, he was scolded for this - but not today, when the boy was in his home. Today the boy could make his own rules without fear of being caught. Flora will only be disappointed.

Miles returned to Fairchild Manor quite recently, just a couple of days ago. He achieved this - he was tired of obeying the rules, being controlled and sitting outside the house. A boy, along with a letter of expulsion, after hitting his classmate on the bathroom tiles for burning the last photographs of the boy's father, went home late at night, apparently to surprise everyone.