The bitter and sweet of it

So...he was just a 10-year-old boy. His eyes were so blue it was impossible not to be charmed by that kid. But there was fear in his eyes, the fear of a child who went trough all the things a child should never be trough.
She was a dark-haired woman, she had stunning blue eyes and her presence was kinda intimidating. They were in that truck for about two minutes, neither of them knew exacly what to say.
"So..." she started.Her voice was a bit rusky and very low "You're staying at my place tonight Evan"
"And then..."
"Then...well, they're going to find a better place for you"
"Like a foster care"
"Well, no... I mean..."
"I know"
"I know its hard... but all we want is your safety"

They got out of the car and Evan gripped his fingers in his backpack straps. It was a huge house, probably safe and war inside. But inside of himself, he was cold and alone.