Prologue
"Dad, you can't just let him stay here," I countered to my father's rash decision. "He could be a rapist, or an ax murderer."
My father rolled his eyes, "Shay, don't be so over dramatic. The boy needs a place to stay, we can provide that for him."
Glancing over to Ryder seated on the floor, the rain matted his hair making him almost look innocent. Almost.