~ CONNOR's POV ~
Last night I dreamt I went to Hunts Point again.
Twenty-one years ago, I was born in a dingy little apartment in Hunts Point, South Bronx to a sixteen year old runaway named Alicia. If you had been to the Bronx or Hunts Point, you’d know that this place was one of the most dangerous, poorest, and crime-filled neighborhoods in New York City.
In my dream, I was six years old and hungry. My momma had been out for days and there was nothing to eat in the apartment except for beer. I was so hungry, I had to knock on my neighbor’s door for a slice of stale white bread.
Alicia wasn’t home a lot. At six years old, I didn’t know what she was doing or where she was going. All I knew was that I was alone. On my seventh birthday, Alicia promised to get me sweets, but
