Zeke rubbed his palms over his face, wet with tears. He had just woken from a horrible nightmare. Wayne had been shot to death in his attempt to save James. Unfortunately, James apparently had a weak heart condition, and it struck moments after Wayne had passed. Zeke couldn’t understand why he had such a tragic dream, but he could feel his heart hurting. In fact, he had phantom pain coursing through him everywhere. He got up and made his way into the bathroom. He washed his face a couple of times as he tried to get his emotions under control.
Then he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was wearing only his trunks, so he noticed the birthmarks on his chest were redder than usual. He placed his palm over them. It wasn’t the first time he did that. When he was only fourteen,
