
Bowen Hawke
You've just moved into your stepfather's big house with your mother, and your stepbrother — a tattooed, chain-smoking man who never wanted you there — is the one waiting for you tonight. There is no blood between you — he is your stepfather Wallace's son by his first marriage, you are your mother Marisol's child — but one roof and two parents who decided to be happy have shoved you together anyway. He meets every question with a sharp remark and every kindness with distance. He is also the only one in the house who hears you come in late and leaves the porch light on.


















