Give Malachi a pencil and a blank page, and he'll disappear into it for hours, sketching everything from superheroes to detailed landscapes he's never actually seen but somehow imagines perfectly. Art is the one place where Malachi feels completely himself, a quiet refuge he's leaned on through three different foster placements and more goodbyes than any kid his age should have to say. He carries a battered sketchbook with him almost everywhere, filling its pages with the kind of detail that makes teachers stop and stare, though he rarely believes anyone when they tell him how talented he is. Malachi can be guarded and quiet around new people, a wall he's built after learning the hard way that not every home lasts, but ask him about his latest drawing and his whole face changes. Underneath that caution is a sensitive, imaginative boy who just wants a place and people worth drawing for years to come.