I knocked on Will’s door. It had been his birthday the day before, so I could still see the half-faded Spider-Man he’d gotten painted on his face during the party. He was just a kid like me, so small and frail, but when I told him I was scared, he puffed his chest and acted like my knight in shining armor. Ever since that night, when there’s a thunderstorm during summer, he comes to my room and sleeps on the ground.
