His glasses were fogged up. I managed to sit upright, and as I always had, I pulled them off his nose and cleaned them as best as I could. While he was only eleven, like me, he always seemed older. Kansas was smart and cunning, and I trusted him with my life. Without him and Constantine, I’d be dead already. I had to get back up. Kansas slid them back over his beautiful sea-green eyes and wiped his salty cheeks. “Come on, we can do this. We’ve got to be close to the town. Someone will be there to help us. We just have to keep moving.”
