Cyrosphere: Hidden Lives by Deandre Dean, Calvin King Rivers

to see a few shows at the Staples Center or nearby venues. She missed those days.
     
    Stacey squeezed her hand and gave her a warm smile.
     
    Stacey says, “I am here for you.”
    Aaron responds, “We are all here for you”.
    Ginger answers, “Thanks”.
     
    It was nice being near Stacey she was like Hannah very calming and knew when she needed support. Living with these strangers was going to be an adjustment which also made her laugh. Her parents raised her well but the last couple of months she had been on her own parent.
     
    She wondered, “Is Aaron going to be strict or lenient”.
     
    Pushing those thoughts aside as they finally reached their destination. The six bed room house in the Westchester district has a spectular view and now she was living here. There were two cars parked in the driveway of the two story house as she stepped out of the SUV.
     
    The hybrid belonged to Stacey who smiled proudly at her car. That raised the question why did she need a ride.
     
    Stacey chimed in, “I had to have my brakes checked”.
     
    The mechanic was a friend of Guadalupe’s, he dropped it off earlier and the blue Prius was her sisters’. The front door opens and a woman comes out.
     
    Stacey says, “That is my sister Yvette”.
     
    Yvette Cleopathra Darkholme came out of the house in all her glory via a bikini. The girl looked like she could be a model, her features more closely to Aaron’s then Stacey’s. She had shoulder length midnight dark hair styled in layers and a tone body to die for. She introduced herself as the lawyer in the family who refuses to use her magic to try and blend into society.
     
    That was shocking but the 25 year old could make her own decisions. Ginger liked Yvette instantly sweet and direct with clearly no problems expressing herself. They shook hands before heading in the house for a tour leaving her bags for later.
     
    The outside was nice but the inside was grand. The decorating was out of this world each room had rich colors without imposing on the occupant. Her new room was massive and her closet was built for a person visiting the penthouse of a hotel. Yvette, Stacey and Aaron helped her luge all her stuff inside the house and stacked the walls outside the room so she can get situated. Yvette’s room was next door to hers’ and Stacey’s was a quick turn down the hall. Shouting distance with her new live in family.
     
    Family seemed an odd word to use after all she had been through. Somehow powers or not Ginger got the impression this was her new family. Yvette came around the corner with three presents for Ginger. Each of various size but she was gushing and hadn’t expected anything more than a roof over her head.
     
    Ginger says, “I didn’t expect anything”.
    Aaron replies, “N onsense.”
    Yvette claims, “ Call it late birthday gifts”.
     
    Which was just two weeks ago but felt like a lifetime ago. She didn’t know which one to open first so she opted for the small one. It was the size of a ring box. Inside were a set of keys to her new house and  to each of all the cars if she ever needed to use them. Tears began to flow and the gesture was tiny but it meant they were including her into their family.
     
    Ginger says, “I am so overwhelmed with appreciation”.
     
    Yvette hugged her and she laughed to replace all their worrying emotions that she was picking up on. The next box was the size of a book and inside was a laptop.
     
    Ginger says, “I can’t accept this”.
    Aaron replies, “I refuse to take it back”.
     
    She gladly accepted it and the last box is filled with books. It was the size of a printer filled with a dozen authors she hadn’t read yet which she thanked Stacey. She thanked all them again and they all wanted her to feel welcome so each got her a separate gift that fit perfectly.
     
    Ginger says, “At least let me make dinner. I can make lasagna”.
    Aaron answers, “Sounds good”.
    Ginger asked, “Stacey, you wanna join