Chapter 1Apart from the recent addition of an old stationary bike his mom had carted home from a garage sale, his childhood bedroom hadn’t changed much over the years. The black metal twin-over-full bunk beds with the matching electric blue and orange stripe comforters. The old dresser he’d painted neon green while his parents had spent a weekend away. He’d caught hell for that from his mom, but his dad had just laughed and told him he’d done a good job, but agreed with his mom that the color was hideous.
He’d beamed with pride at that. Having his dad’s approval had always been important to Isaac. His dad was a hard working auto mechanic who went to church on Sundays, cheered on his beloved Chiefs, loved his wife and kids, and tried to instill his conservative values in his kids.
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