Chapter 3
Six o’clock crept in like it always did. Brandon’s eyes were fixed on the clock as it clicked over and began its awful chirping. His...
Chapter 2
The streets of Roatan Island had become quite busy in the hours since Brandon’s last attempt at this walk. Bicycles, scooters, dirt...
Chapter 1
Every morning started the same way. Brandon’s eyes would lie fixed on the glimmer of red the four digits of his alarm clock provided,...
Prologue
He placed the book down on the table gently, careful not to block his own view of the words he wouldn’t stop reading for the sake of a...