The Steady Weight of Defending Borders Built on Rusted Formica and Broken Promises
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF OLD HABITS “You’re not the one I want, stay out of this,” the boy spat, his boots sliding against the grease-slicked linoleum until his hip hit the edge of the booth. The laminate table hummed under the sudden weight of his knuckles. A heavy, synthetic quilted jacket puffed out as…