You both sit down and slowly eat as you spark a conversation about each other's lives. He tells you how his mom and dad are on the edge of home schooling him because of his current state.

His grades are lower then ever and he stopped trying to hide the bruises he comes home with every day.

He is about to say something else but goes quiet. You apologize for having never done something and he nods but continues eating his food without a word.

You think of something to say, something to make him happy, to help him fight for his right to go to school and have real friends.

You have a small smile as you think of a plan to get Evan the life he deserves.