Clara stood next to the third and last tree, the only one without brightly knitted clothing. She hadn’t noticed me because she was chatting away, while knitting, to the grim leaning against the brick wall next to our entrance. He wore faded jeans and a leather jacket, his jet-black hair hiding most of his profile as he lifted a cigarette to his lips. Henry Blackwater, Sean’s older brother.
the stop smoking scene omggggg
