Our aerialist studied his pictures for a few more seconds before looking up and catching my gaze. He floated to my side, putting himself between Seven and me. I scooted closer to the edge of the table to put some space between us, which only earned me a knowing smile from Brighton. The man didn’t understand what personal space was, but he was always respectful when I put some distance between us. “Look, this one is my favorite!” The mentioned picture was a front view of Brighton posing as he flew through the air. Brighton always
