“We used to live in a different state. I moved here after I lost your mother. With you gone, she was all I had left, but then she was gone too. The bastards that had you kidn*pped must have sold you off to someone in this city. Do you remember what age you were when you lived on the streets?”
“Seven, eight, maybe. I can’t really be sure. I don’t even know my real birthday or birth year.” Zac replied to him.
“You were taken when you were five years old. If you say you were seven or eight, then you must have been somewhere else before that, do you remember? Maybe you escaped from the buyers you were sold to?” He asked and Zac sighed in resignation.
“I remember nothing below the age I already told you. That’s why I have no memory of you, or my mother. Even most of the days of being eight a
