Opis
In a different part of the city lives a group of five brothers. Macon, the eldest, is someone who rarely shows a smile. Army, another of the brothers, is raising his child alone and has striking green eyes. Then there's Iron, who seems destined for a life behind bars. Dallas is the sibling I can't stand. And Trace—Trace used to belong to me. It's time for me to return home, far away from these swamps and these men. My plan is to leave tomorrow. For now, I'll sleep on the couch. The house is quiet, with everyone else in deep slumber. But one person is still awake. He notices my tears, and I allow him to embrace me, offering a moment of comfort. I doubt it was Trace.