Chapter IIFrom our adolescent years, Adam Hacker and I were as brothers, closer in bond than our own natural brothers. I knew Adam as much or more than anyone on this good earth ever could, yet there was so much more to him that remained an enigma. Whatever he displayed on the outside - and to the world that persona was who Adam was - I knew there were turmoils within his soul. Unanswered questions that he never asked.
Early on, the group of people we called friends, and myself, called him “Hack”, but that nickname didn't carry over into his later adolescent years. It just didn't match his dirty-blond hair, blue eyes and lean frame. Besides, he never liked the moniker from anyone other than me, but even I resorted to using his God-given Christian name, unless I really needed to get his at
