(MASON'S POV)
The scene shifted again. A moving truck was pulling into the house next door. A family was unpacking, and among them was a boy my age—dark brown hair, warm hazel eyes that shifted from green to brown, a mischievous smile.
Caleb.
I watched as Little Liam approached Caleb the next day, his hands full of wrapped sweets. He looked nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he spoke.
"Please," Liam begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please be my brother's friend. His name is Mason. He's in your class. He doesn't have any friends, and he's so lonely, and I don't know what else to do."
Caleb frowned, crossing his arms. "Why should I? What's in it for me?"
"I'll give you my lunch money every day for a month. I'll do your homework. I'll cover for you when you get in trouble. Just... please. Be his friend. Look after him in school. Make sure no one bullies him."
Caleb thought about it, then shrugged. "Fine. But you owe me. Big time."
