Sebastian....
The streets were cold, and I tried to wrap the tattered blanket I had stolen from the corner store around me. I blew air into my palms and rubbed them together.
Even when my father died, my condition wasn’t this terrible. At least I had a roof over our heads.
People passed by, most of them ignoring the plate I placed before me. I couldn't believe that I had been reduced to nothing but a mere beggar.
All my accounts had been frozen, not like I could access them if they weren’t. I had nothing to fall back on. I did have some cash stashed in some place, but with the police hot on Sebastian’s tail, monitoring his account, I didn’t have access to any.
How could a dead man survive in this harsh world?
Collins had promised to sort out my money problems, but he came back a
