Charlie didn"t remember his parents. There were faces—men and women that could have been more than just passing strangers—but no one he could ever call family. Not until Sol. Charlie had lived on the streets, he was sharp and smart and already using his powers. But he was lonely too. As grown-up as he had to be to survive, he was still a child longing for a home. And Sol offered one.
At first, his new life was perfect. The group he travelled with swelled with Reacher enthusiasts, all eager to tend to him. His belly was always full, his wishes always granted. Being the second-strongest in the group elevated him above all but Sol, and, being a child, he could only see this as good fortune.
Sol had always been an imposing, commanding man. He saw everything. Knew everything. Every struggle C
