Stone was my best friend. My protector. My everything. Until he wasn't. Kids like us didn't have the best life, riddled with trauma, bounced around in a system that didn't want us and couldn't handle us. In our darkest hours, we had each other. Until we didn't. We tried to hold on to what little we had. Maneuvering the rough waters of our circumstance. Until I couldn't. I never expected to see Stone again. Yet the night that I needed him most, he was there, saving me again. But he no longer was the sweet kid that held me in the darkness. Now Stone was a cold-hearted killer.