Prologue

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EZRA

I blink a couple times to make sure I'm seeing clearly, and what I see is my father. The man who never cared about anything or anyone else besides his bottle of liquor; that bottle was the only thing that was getting his support when mother and I were struggling to make ends meet. When Skylar died, it became a lot worse between paying hospital bills and my pain medication which barely helped fifty percent of the day. I need some medication to understand why I'm feeling this aching pain in my chest.

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