Preface
He was dead. Brit was dead. There was nothing anybody could do about it. We didn't know of any family he had. He ran away at 14. Never mentioned his family. No body ever does.
GlobalSoft had fallen, and Khashoggi, the man responsable had apolagized. But it would never bring him back. The man had not been popular amoung the bohemians when he arrived at the Seven Seas a brain-drained wreck. Not even when he had cried when Meat had verbally (and almost physically, if the others hadn't fought her off of him) abused him about killing the love of her life.
It made him cry because he had a seceret. A seceret about the man she loved. A seceret he only shared with one person. The young man's mother. But he knew he couldn't keep it for long. For he would never forgive himself for killing his son.
OK readers, I know what your thinking about now, Khashoggi? Brit's dad? Well there is another big shocker coming up, please keep reading and reveiw xxx