Here's an excerpt from Chapter 2
Finished kindergarten when the world still felt small and wondrous. There would be a time to learn the difference between the innocence of boyhood discoveries and shackled terror—those parts would come later. For now, it was a time for learning, laughter, and exploring.
Morning broke into my awakening sleep. I sank deeper into the sheets and blankets, my head nestled in the pillow. Light flickered on the walls and ceiling, seeping through the edges of the darkened window blanket. Hypnotized by the birds chirping, I breathed in the smell of Dad’s coffee and toast drifting through the blanket that covered the doorway of our converted dining room—a space too small for a family of six. Still, it was a world that fit me and my three brothers.
I wiped the sleep from my eyes and blinked into the morning. Slowly, I pulled back the covers, my feet landing on the cold floor. Past the hanging blanket and into the kitchen—first things first: picking the right bowl, the one best for cereal slurps. Dad had parked his newspaper on the table like a wall.
“Would you boys like to go for a drive?”
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