Chapter 4

I drove to the cemetery.

It was a sunny day, but the air here was always heavy.

I stood before a simple headstone and pulled a cigarette from my pocket.

I lit it and placed it carefully on the ground in front of the marble.

"Your favorite," I whispered.

I knelt and placed a framed photo against the headstone. In it, he had a bright smile. But his life forever froze at the age of twenty.

It was Ethan Brooks.

He was an orphan with no family to speak of.

Back then, we were an inseparable trio.

Once, when we…