His dreams were a jumble—weird, broken fragments of the past. Watson saw it all again.
The explosion that killed his parents. He was sent to an orphanage, falling from living the good life to hitting rock bottom.
With holes in his clothes, water leaking into his room, roaches in his bed, and every other kid ganging up on him, he figured he'd just die somewhere along the way.
Then one day, some kids shoved him down, stole the pocket watch with his parents' picture, and threw it in a fire, turning it all black and burnt.
Everything went dark. He decided he'd kill the kid who'd been bullying him and let himself die.
Right when the hate was about to swallow him whole, she showed up. "Who do you think you are, messing with someone I protect?"
Watson would never forget it—the tears in her
