He lived in-between. The first time he found in-between was an accident. Up until then he’d understood accidents to be bad, fraught with crying and hurt. But this place, in-between so many others while untouched by any of them, this place was quiet, a place where no one shouted or pointed fingers and no one ever hit him, not even once. He visited there more and more until one day he stayed there for a very long time; so long that he lost track of the other places. He might have stayed there forever if she hadn’t called him back.