FIRST PLACE - Ruby Awards (Random) 2020 *** Following the death of his little sister, Jaime spends his evenings staring at the family next door in their nightly ritual of watching the sun set, but in his attempts to learn their secrets, what he discovers might be more than he can handle. *** "I'm honestly at a loss for words. At one point, I was reading it in Alain de Botton's voice; your attention to detail is something other writers really miss." ~RemingtonSloan "Omg this is wonderful. So well written. The words just flow so smoothly, it's a lazy read." ~houseofwisdom "I'm hooked. I love the voyageur aspect and it makes me feel like I am watching the Morstads." ~MsHawthorne "I wish I had more to say, but I was captivated from start to finish!" ~santamariella *** The light casts in such a way that makes all of them more beautiful than I'd thought possible, but Saxa, she is the prettiest. When she comes out the house, her hair drapes down her shoulders as if each strand was perfectly placed by gods themselves. She joins her mother, who delicately places the family blanket over her shoulders. She threads her hand through gently to rest on the small of her mother's back. The blanket wrapped around her neck frames her hair around her face, as if intentionally calling your eyes to draw upon it. She accepts a kiss from her mother, then positions the blanket around the shoulder of her arriving sister. The routine repeats once again and then once more, and there she stands, in the middle of her pack, eyeing the sky until her eyes can't be seen anymore. The shadows of her face move as the sun sets. Dare I say that there are nights where she smiles?