Chapter 8

• Chapter eight:
• Hernandez sat on a sleek, modern couch in his luxurious living room, his gaze fixed on the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. His mind was a thousand miles away, consumed by thoughts of his sisters, Becca and Courtney, and their mother. The same women who had deprived him of a father figure in his childhood.
• As he sat there, lost in thought, his eyes began to droop, and his mind started to wander back in time. He was seven years old again, sitting in his worn-out, cramped living room in Morelos, Mexico. He remembered asking his mother about his father, his curiosity piqued by the absence of a paternal figure in his life.