Half here, half there

Marco didn't choose to leave. One day he had a city, a piazza, a bus stop with a broken bench and a pigeon-counting system that actually worked. The next, he had two suitcases, a house in Illinois, and a school where nobody knew how to say his name right.
He's not the new kid who reinvents himself. He's not the new kid who falls apart either. He's just... watching. Waiting to figure out where he fits in a place that wasn't supposed to be his.
Then there's Emma, who leaves drawings on people's desks without explanation. And Evan, who eats alone and has a nickname he didn't choose and a silence around him that feels familiar.
Three people at a table by the window. None of them quite where they expected to be.
Half Here, Half There is about what it means to belong somewhere. About the friends who find you before you find yourself. About learning that missing one place and loving another aren't opposites.
And about the moment you stop feeling like half of something, and start feeling like double.