CONNOR'S POV
The car screeched to a halt right in front of the tall building that pointed towards the sky. It was a place of memories and pain, painting pictures of the past that I'd tried hard to bury. The last time I was here, I had broken down for the first time since my father's death. I clutched the wheels, waiting for a while as though I was in a loop of images.
Wesley and Ricky popped up in my head, making my heart clench. If anything, I was going to do this one last time and let it be for their sake.
A knock sounded on my window, bringing me out of my deep thoughts. It was Jesse.
"What were you thinking about in there, man?" Jesse asked, looking genuinely concerned as he dragged on a large smoking pipe.
I ran a hand over my face, exhaling audibly. "I don't know, brother.
