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A glass filled with amber liquid sat idly in front of him, his hand resting next to it as Stephen's blue eyes scanned the room briefly. In his on-and-off twenty-seven years living in New Bellevoux he had seen great places come and go, favorites of his close its doors for various reasons he never dared to ask. The latest had been devastating, a little bar near his home that had closed it's doors after ten years, the owners claiming they were ready to retire and live life at it's fullest in their last years. It had been bittersweet for each and every patron and as happy as Stephen had been to see two people he admired and had learned to care for, finally take a step back and begin a new chapter in their lives it had left him with an empty space in his life for a new 'favorite spot' for a drink.

In came The Renaissance, which he had encountered by pure chance a few days after his favorite bar had closed. It seemed promising upon entering, although perhaps a bit too grandiose for his personal taste, the ambiance was superb and as a person who enjoyed live music (a performer at heart who had given up his dreams after high school and now dedicated his time helping high school kids to put on plays whenever he was needed), the aspect of a piano player was a touch he appreciated greatly.

it had been a long week; work, deadlines and fighting with his oldest as he entered the dreadful teenage years had taken a toll on the high school teacher alas why, once his kids had decided they needed to spend some time with their extended family for the first time since he had adopted them, he decided to go to what was becoming his newest favorite spot in town to get a drink to unwind and try not to overthink the situation. Before he realized, twenty minutes had passed without him taking one drink of his old-fashioned, his mind stuck on his children and his eyes focused on what he thought was the abyss but was most likely another patron of the bar, the hand not visible nursing his phone on his pocket in case it vibrated, an indication that he was needed.

A voice called for his attention, coming from the man he didn't even realize he had been staring the whole time and a hint of crimson red spread through his neck. "I've seen worse. I once saw someone actually try to move a whole table with his mind, Carrie style" he half-jested, giving the other an apologetic yet amused smile. "I'm rooting for ya, Carrie and Matilda have taught me that" a pause. "Having a good night?"

FOR: @newbellevouxstarters WHEN: July 24' WHERE: The Renaissance Bar. Int.

The Renaissance had a reputation as one of the trendiest bars in New Bellevoux, and Caelen could see why. Not only was it filled with people who could afford the lofty prices, but affluence seemed to be the tradesmen's ship for the clientele tonight. Every time he glanced around the room, he had to remind himself that he could afford to be here now. That his bank account wouldn't cry a river of tears come morning. (But Caelen still might.) It was his first time, and honestly, he felt out of place. Caelen was a sociable guy, don't get him wrong, but without a single person he knew...he didn't know where to start.

Like a fish out of water.

His friend, Ryan, cancelled the last minute, which, unfortunately for him, was a common reoccurrence he'd long chosen not to get annoyed at. It came with the price of being his friend. So there he sat, drinking alone as if that wasn't a siren going off in his head...a warning. After his return from the Seals, he'd been but a shell of a man he'd once been. So different from the boy who'd entered, and the full-grown adult who'd left. Something had died in him over there, and he was trying to bring it back to life. He just had no idea how.

Alcohol had proven, time and time again, it could drag him back down into that endless spiral of self sabotage. So his eye caught the drink, staring at it intently, fiercely until his eye caught someone staring right back at him. "I must look real fuckin' strange staring at my glass like I can move it with my mind." his cheeks flushing dusted pink, as he offered that practiced grin.

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Stephen analyzed the aforementioned decoration once asked, his gaze going from the banner to his kids nearby enjoying the fair and back a couple times. "It might be a perspective thing" he said, tilting his head to the side before turning to the other. "You know how when you're working on something for a long period of time you kind of get tunnel vision? You start finding things that either aren't there, or are way too minuscule to be noticeable yet you can't shake the feeling off that something is wrong because you've been obsessing over it for far too long?" he shrugged lightly, giving the other a sympathetic smile. "I don't think it looks uneven, but we can double measure if it'll help."

As someone who had always enjoyed history, he had unintentionally installed the same amount of appreciation on the subject to his children in the two years of co-existing in eachothers' lives, making it an activity for the three of them to bond, something the teacher appreciated greatly. The fair had become yet another bonding experience for the three of them after Alexandra, his youngest, had asked to go a couple days earlier when the family was planning their weekend.

"You did this whole thing?" he inquired, motioning around them.

Tagged: OPEN

Location: Ashburn Park

When: July 2024

Per usual, organizing the museum's annual summer weekend fair had fallen squarely into Anabelle's lap to both coordinate and execute. Despite being no stranger to hosting town gatherings on her family's behalf, every year she hoped a little harder that someone else might step up to the plate and assist with this endeavor. It was for the kids after all. Three hours into decorating and feeling as if she might sweat an entire layer of skin off, or strangle her unwilling coworker, the brunette pivoted towards a passerby to ensure the heat hadn't completely fried her brain. "Can you tell me if this banner looks even to you?"

Right on cue, her only help scampered off to adjust the already well placed microphones on the outdoor stage nearby. "Because I think it's level and I measured, but Carter keeps insisting that it's higher on the right. Which can't be true because both sides of the platform are the same height and if I lower one edge, then the whole thing falls... and..." Maybe she was losing the plot a little. "Oh God. It actually is uneven, isn't it?"

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Stephen wasn't much of a club goer.

There had been a time in his lifetime as a young adult, working as a bartender at some sleazy club to pay rent on an cupboard sold as an apartment in The Bronx where it had been fun; the aspect of serving hundred of faces a night, learning stories from costumers and watching new ones begin as synth-pop 00's music played in the background had fascinated him once. Now, almost twenty years later, it had become rather tiring for the father of two.

Komodo was different. From it's decoration to the gorgeous music and the energy of the patrons, the moment Stephen crossed the door with a group of friends for a 'night out', that feeling he had felt as a young man had made itself present in a minuscule doses of what he remembered. It was a welcoming feeling laced with melancholy that heightened his usual high spirits, making him slightly dizzy from the very beginning.

About two hours and two beers in, he excused himself from the table he had shared for the night to call his nanny of the day, promising to be home soon before heading to the bar for his last drink of the night, only to be stopped in his tracks after bumping into someone. "Guess from all the places to bump into someone, this is one of the less strange one with all the people dancing around, I'm kind of surprised no one has slipped yet or caused an accident" he eyed the other, a hint of worry mixed with embarrassment visible on his features. "I'm so sorry, are you alright? I didn't step on your feet or anything, did I? My head is— I don't even know where at this point, I blame the smoke in a closed space, but I truly am sorry" he paused. "I can get you a drink, as a formal apology for not watching where I'm going."

FOR: @newbellevouxstarters WHEN: July 24' WHERE: The Komodo. Int. club.

Bass from the music vibrated through Yina, a thin layer of sweat clinging to her skin as she reached up to push her hair back from her face. It wasn’t like the jazz clubs that lined nearby streets. No, Komodo was a different beast altogether. Now, don't get her wrong, Yina had always loved jazz: very much so. But there was something freeing about losing herself in a beat, like she had when she'd completively danced years ago. Another lifetime. And escapism was all she needed tonight.

A kaleidoscope of color, flashing in time with the music, transformed her usually bland life into...something. She'd never been one for overly flowery words, but she was introspective. And even if people looked down upon clubbing at her age, she fucking loved this, a laugh breaking free on her lips as she took a step back from the crowd. Her friend had disappeared some twenty minutes ago with a guy, which wasn't uncommon. And usually, Yina would've taken a cab by now.

She didn't want to spend anymore money than she needed to, honestly — but the music had been so good. Everyone dancing seemed to forget their worries and cares left at the door. She envied them for a moment. It had been a tough week, and she needed this—needed to lose herself in the music, to forget everything for a few hours.

However, as she turned, she came to a halt. "I never expect to bump into people."

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📷: Numéro Netherlands

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Stephen pursed his lips together as he eyed the cheese section on the fridge, silently searching for a very specific name Jack, his eldest, had given him on the list earlier that week. His child had announced he had been invited to a family dinner to his friends' house and was eager to bring something along and had settled for a pasta Stephen himself had made for him and his sister not even a year ago when he was trying to get them to enjoy vegetables. The high school teacher was halfway through his list of ingredients when a voice called for his attention, making him turn to face the source before offering them a friendly grin. "Uh, it's good. It's a little sweeter than almond, a little heavier and creamier but it's good. It's usually my go-to and it's easier to make from scratch if you're into that" he shrugged lightly, looking at the selection displayed in front of the other. "Yeah, that's my suggestion. Wouldn't even dare to touch coconut because that's vile and it tastes like cardboard water."

Location: Fresh Harvest Featuring: Mia Russotto and Open

‟Fuck. The almond milk’s out again,” Mia swore under her breath, using her right hand to rub her temple while her left one held the refrigerator open. If there was something that really annoyed them about Fresh Harvest was the fact that the almond milk bottles sold out very quickly. Too quickly, if you asked them. At this point, Mia might have to settle for an alternative, but she despises soy milk with a passion. So, all they have left as an option is oat milk, but they never tried it. Reaching into the refrigerator for a bottle, she took it out and turned to the person next to her. ‟Hey, excuse me. You’ve got a minute?” Mia asked, turning to face the stranger. ‟Is oat milk any good? What does it taste like?”

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Whilst they waited for Jack, his eldest's therapy session to be over, Stephen decided to take Alexandra, his youngest to the park. Therapy sessions nowadays were about two-hours long for the twelve year old so it had been decided earlier on that Stephen would drive him off and give him and his therapist space to speak freely whilst giving Alexandra and Pollux, their labradoodle, some time to enjoy themselves at the park twice a month.

Alas there he was, with a visibly calm Pollux resting by his feet and four set of eyes focused on the six year old enjoying herself on the slide when a voice called for his attention, making him look from the playground to the bench next to his; the water bottle rolling right next to Pollux's paws. "I've got it" he called out, reaching over to pick the bottle up, the movement immediately making the labradoodle perk up excitedly as Stephen himself reached out to hand the other the bottle. "They should make square bottles, or some shape that doesn't just roll away into oblivion."

Today he was at the park with his kids his daughter 9 year old Ellie and his son 5 year Logan He had them today as he wasn't working and he had free time with them. "Come on you two" he smiled at them. He knew it wasn't his plan to have them both, but he was happy he did, as he greatly loved his kids. "After we play at the park we can go to dinner," Alexi told his kids. Who where excited about today His kids had mone but still more of an American accent.

Soon they arrived at the park and the kids hurried off to the playground Alexi took a seat on a bench thankfully had shade. It was summer for sure, so it was pretty hot out each day and even stuck around at night. "Oh it's warm" he used his hand to fan himself and pulled out water from the bag he had. That had water for his kids, and whatever else was needed. He went to sit his water bottle on the seat by him but missed so it fell on the ground and rolled away "Shoot!" he said as he stood up. @newbellevouxstarters

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📹: kristenaissance

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"Tomato, tom-ah-to. Maybe we should get lottery tickets and get some use of that luck going around" he was quick to respond, temple cool. However, a smile was quick to slip from his lips to blow his cover up. Stephen was well aware how lucky he was, not only for the meal the other had provided the family but her presence altogether for the night and in his children's lives, who adored her as much as he did if not more. After the time the four of them had had throughout their lives, it seemed remarkable how they had managed to find eachother in a sea of lost souls wandering the world. At her comment about the children's homework, he couldn't help but hum in return, a sigh escaping him as he rested his weight on the counter. "You three are going to be the death of me but once again, I'm outnumbered and Pol won't take my side either so really, four against one— no way I win this fight is there? But if the teacher calls tomorrow, I'm running to your office and letting you handle them" the father of two warned with a smirk. Deep down, Stephen knew the times shared between the five of them did as good to any of them and not all the homework in the would could come between a nice evening together, he simply needed to pretend to have some sort of rules the kids needed to obey, as lax as he was with them on the daily. Stephen eyed her quizzically as he grabbed a glass of his own once she was done serving the wine, an understanding nod being granted as an immediate response. "Tell you what. Give me a few hours with half conscious aunt Kat so the kids can enjoy having you around, I'll put them to bed and then we can get to the hard stuff once they're asleep. I have whiskey, bourbon, there may be some tequila somewhere in that cupboard— we'll drink to feeling shitty" he suggested. If there was any way he could help either make her feel better or at the very least accompany her through her process, Stephen would do it no questions asked.

"Okay grandma, you're talking like you're 34 going on 70 but I'll allow it for today. Where would you go, if you had the chance I mean?" he inquired with a questioning look. The idea of not having his friend around was downward depressing, yet he knew he'd do the impossible to help her leave if it came down to it and she took the decision to do so. At the suggestion elicit from his story, Stephen couldn't help but shudder, face full of disgust as he began setting up the table. "I certainly hope not but now I kind of want to deep clean my whole classroom so thanks for that. One thing you can always count on is parents fucking up" he took a pause. It had become his biggest fear in the past two years of his life, messing the children as much as his own father had done him and his own sibling, the idea keeping him up at night, especially during the hard days when Jack's age and own issues were too much for the first-time single parent. His train of thought was once again swiped away, however, as Kat spoke again, preventing him from going too deep into the abyss in his own mind. He felt his chest heavy upon hearing her tale and after a couple seconds, he opened his arms to her into an inviting hug. "Anytime you need a place to get your mind off it, to drink or talk about it or just to cry— you know there'll always be a place on this house for you, right? I don't have to listen to you or hold your hand through it all, but I want to if you need me to. I know what it's like to deal with this shit on your own and I wouldn't wish that upon anyone, less alone you. I've got you" he whispered as he heard feet from upstairs moving around. "The offer still stands about you staying tonight, we can drink and talk it through or— get mad or whatever you want, you can take the bed and I'll sleep down here. I'll drive you home in the morning after dropping the kids off."

"Kids, dinner's ready. It comes with a surprise!" he called out before looking down at the other, placing a tender kiss on her forehead before addressing her next query. "Book's going, which is more than I could've said about a year ago. I'm working on the final draft before handing it to the editor and then it'll be out— can't believe I get to say that. For a while there it seemed like it would never happen in the first place so I'm counting my blessings. After that? Who knows what'll happen, I may just kill off S. W before he gets me."

" i'd say you're the luck one, dear, this pasta is the best in town.... " ever so swiftly, kat placed a kiss on his cheek, a sweetness unlike the woman would often found space within those walls. stephen kids capable of bringing out a piece of katrine once reserved only to her twin, they were family, or what hers was supposed to be all along. " they have plenty time for homework, cut the both some slack, aunt kat isn't always around " in a way, that was her plead for some hours with jack and alexandra, amidst grief and a busy work, the redhead has few things to hope for, they were it. the kids and stehen shone a light in those of darkest days, that perhaps one day, things would be fine again. " never! you're the most chivalrous man to ever grace this earth, matter fact " she quied, quickly approaching said cabinet and unlocking it to gather the wine and two cups. " honestly i could drink this whole thing in a chug with how shitty i'm feeling " it felt inevitable to mock as she opened the bottle and poured such sweet scarlet liquid on the cups.

katrine often thought of leaving for good, closing the firm and setting herself in nyc permanently, yet something held her back. whether it was people such as stephen or the mere memories of luke, she couldn't quite tell. " nah, i'm rusty, dear. besides, after denying job as an ada it's sort of embarrassing to go back there... maybe i should just run away to some european country as my mother did " they haven't spoken in months, not that this would ever matter to kat. hearing the gossip though, immediately elicited a laugh from her, as if one simple story could fix it all. " spicy, were they fucking around school? because that would be fucked up " a slight snort escaped amidst katrine's laughter, she's always been the shameless one. " poor kid, parents always find a way to ruin them... " it was an everlasting truth, even as a lawyer, she'd seen it all, from violence to abandonment people always found a way to hurt each other. " badly, i had my secretary arrange some time in my schedule so i can cry alone in my office, so... " scheduling grief as if one could contain it. " half of the time i wanna cry and the other i'm just so fucking angry at him for leaving me " in kat's mind, luke had no right to drive drunk and end it all that night, they were supposed to stick around. " it's bullshit, and you shouldn't have to listen to me crying about it " kat hated feeling. " how's the book going? "

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"Luckily for you, I was just about to reheat yesterday's dinner when you got here so they haven't been fed yet. They went upstairs to get changed and start off their homework but I can allow a small change of plans— I'll get outruled if I don't anyways. If you can't fight them..." Stephen's grin, tender and loving as ever when it came to Kat, grew twice it's size at the sight of his friend in his kitchen. Her relationship with his children, the care the three of them had for eachother, was one of his favorite things to see ever since they had arrived into his life. He had expected his heart to be taken by them but seeing those close to him experience what he did upon meeting them simply warmed his soul, especially when it came to Kat. "Who do you think I am, a chump? Of course I have wine, your favorite in fact. Second cabinet, the one that's locked" he hinted, tossing his home keys to the other before taking out two wine glasses and two normal glasses for the kids and their respective drinks.

He listened carefully as the other spoke about her job, how her day had gone. He winced at the idea as he took out four sets of plates, blue eyes fixed on the other. "We need to get you one of those really big fishes up in New York that do shady shit and have you wipe the floor with them, then you can take their money and retire early how about that? I know people, I'll give you a name in a month" he smirked, offering the other a gentle squeeze on her shoulder before giving her one quizzical look, trying to read her before continuing with his own train of thought. "Some teacher is apparently having an affair with a parent, and there's a baby in the way. They are trying to keep it in the dl but— it's getting wild. The kid was in my class a year ago and it's been rough on them" the teacher lamented before turning his attention to the other once more. "How are you holding up, buttercup?" Stephen gave her a chance to respond before calling for the kids, in case Kat needed some time to talk or breathe before seeing Jack and Alex who, without a shadow of a doubt, would do their very best to gain her undivided attention for the next couple of hours.

where: stephen's appartment

when: night

who: @stephenwarren

carefully, katrine placed the take-out bags on top of stephen's counter. the aroma of pasta and its several fresh sauces slowly taking he's entire place, it was from their favorite place, one often present in their late night conversations. " brought the kids favorites, hope they are hungry " green eyes darted to the hallway, as if looking for jack and alexandra's presence, in the hopes of gaining their warm hugs -- a solace amidst grief. " tell me you have some wine, please " pouting ever so slightly, kat took off her black coat, revealing a silk shirt. " work has been a lot, i might consider retiring, but what about you? any juicy academic gossip? "

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BASICS

full name: stephen adrien warren

nickname: steve, stevie, mr warren, s. w reynolds (pseudonym)

age/date of birth: 39 / may 8th, 1985

zodiac sign: taurus ☼ libra ☾ cancer ↑

gender identity: cis man (he/him)

hometown: hermosa beach, ca

current location: new bellevoux, la

neighborhood: lafayette hills

time in town: on-and-off, 27 years

sexual orientation: demisexual

occupation: high school teacher, novelist

PERSONALITY

labels: the phoenix, the benefactor, the mediator

pos traits: gentle , reliable , caring , trustworthy , allocentric , dutiful

neg traits: obstinate , reticent , stubborn , secretive , deceitful

hobbies: cooking, reading, history, musical theatre, camping, sports, volunteering, board games

languages spoken: english, french, italian, asl, a bit of mandarin & russian

instruments played: guitar & piano

favorite color: blue, red, green

favorite food: everything, big foodie

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 6 feet

distinguished characteristics: multiple scars throughout his body; a blink and you'll miss it type of situation. some are from childhood and barely noticeable if you look closely whilst the most prominent ones are around 4 years old, situated in his ribs. there is no itemized list yet, but it is something he is acutely aware of.

tattoos: a phoenix on his back, a minimalist tattoo from the song ‘from eden’ by hozier where the word idealism sits in a small prison and it’s located on his left ribcage, the date of his mom’s passing and his sibling’s disappearance on his chest, the phrase ‘when i was drowning, that’s where i could finally breathe’ on his right forearm. ( ref )

piercings: n/a

right or left-handed?: right-handed

RELATIONSHIPS

robert warren (whereabouts unknown), alycia reynolds (deseased)

sibling(s): one younger sibling (whereabouts unknown)

children: jack (adopted child, 12), alexandra (adopted child, 7)

pet(s): a four year old labradoodle named Pollux

BULLET POINTS

tw: drug use, abuse, death mention

Stephen was born into an already broken household with a negligent, abusive, narcissistic father and a loving and caring but mentally exhausted mother who had sadly been drawn to the world of opioids addiction by her very own husband only a few weeks after giving birth, who made a living out of not only dealing but fabricating said drugs. It became obvious to Stephen at a very young age that he was on his own. Despite all that, he had a pretty normal childhood ( as normal as one can be with a parent who half of the time isn't there and whenever he is around, leaves you wishing he wasn't ) which only became brighter once his parents announced to him the arrival of their second child.

For a while, the new breath of fresh air worked on their favor; bringing the cursed family a new wave of tranquillity a new bundle of joy can bring, yet it was short-lived once his father started spiraling down once more. Home became hell on earth, Stephen making himself the primary target of his father's wrath for the upcoming years until a couple months before his twelfth birthday, the fateful day his father lost his job and the reigns of his own life. He began selling again to make meets end and shortly after, consuming and the aggressions escalated. Worried teachers and friends got in contact with officials and one day CPS showed up to the Warren household while Stephen was at school and his mother was out and took his little brother from his father, promising to come back soon for the oldest Warren. The patriarch, scared, left the family household there and then only leaving behind a note explaining what had happened to never be seen again. Stephen and his mother searched tirelessly for two whole days yet quickly panic overtook Stephen's mother who, scared of losing her remaining child took all their belongings and move them both to New Bellevoux, her hometown.

The three following years were bittersweet. Although they were now safe, at peace in a place filled with people who cared for them and they were starting to heal from the years spent in the Warren household, the grief of losing the youngest of the family didn't let them quite move on. Tragedy struck once again when, only a few months before his sixteenth birthday, Stephen came home after a party to find his mother unconscious and unresponsive. He called 911 as quickly as he could but it proved to be in vain, as she was pronounced dead by the time they had arrived, due to drug overdose and thus, he had lost the entirety of his family in a span of three years. For months, he changed from being a loving and caring kid to what seemed to be the shell of a person, barely speaking to anyone and constantly angry but with the help of his family on his mother's side and closed ones, he managed to overcome his grief and continue with his life, as hard as it was. He even managed to not only graduate after missing a month worth of work after his mother's passing, but graduate with good grades and good possibilities of applying to any college he set his mind to.

He was accepted into Monroe College on their Criminal Justice department and Stephen moved to NYC the day after graduation, a shared dream he and his mother had had for as long as he could remember. 3 years and endless jobs to provide for himself later, he graduated and a chance to dream bigger and seek higher education became a possibility when he enlisted to NYU's online program for a master degree while he moved to Virginia and started the Quantico program to become a federal agent. Two years split between Virginia and New York stretched him and every relationship he had thin, but he worked through it and even managed to find a significant other that he inevitably proposed to a year later. Stephen ultimately enlisted in the FBI and was assigned to New York once again where he remained for the next 3 years. After a work related accident that nearly costed him his life and a sour relationship that ended with a broken heart, Stephen decided to leave New York for good and moved back to New Belloux, where he worked tirelessly at day to become a teacher and at night, he used his now permanent state of insomnia to write down every experience he had had in his lifetime.

Thanks to a close friend of his, Stephen decided to turn one of his memories into a novel of one of the cases he had been a part of and with the help of a friend with an indie publishing company back in New York his debut novel that wasn't meant to be one, was published in 2012 under the pseudonym S. W. Reynolds, in honor of his late mother. The novel became a success and before he knew, the now teacher assistant was signing a deal for two more books, a part of the publishing company, and the chance of his novels striking a deal with a streaming platform for a movie or show. He took his time to publish his second novel, occupied with his new career as a high school teacher but ultimately published the much anticipated sequel in 2018, it's success surprising even the author himself who promptly grew burnt out when avid readers began demanding a third book.

He considered quitting, taking the money he had made with his previous works and go back into keeping his writings private but ultimately decided to take a break to focus on his teachings and his next big project: becoming a foster parent. It had always been a dream of his, especially due to his past and the situation with his little sibling so the high school teacher attended every class and lesson, mandated by court or not and ultimately, after almost two years, he was assigned 2 siblings in 2021 whose backstory resembled his own, terribly so. Their relationship was difficult at the beginning and it came with the trial and tribulations proper with normal human relationships and the nuance of their distinctive case and yet, the three persisted and after a few months, they began to fall into a rhythm that truly allowed them to not only find themselves but a family of their own and a year after first welcoming them into his home, Stephen was working on fully adopting them and becoming their legal guardian.

With a new mindset and a new perspective, he began to write again. He is currently finishing the final draft of his third novel while simultaneously teaching history at New Belleveoux High School and raising Jack and Alexandra, his adoptive children. Pollux, his trusty labradoodle accompanies him through it all.

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