Atlas Bone knows what it’s like to suffer, to take all the pain and abuse without being able to do a thing. His laughter, his bantering and blustering—all a façade he learned to build up over the years. That’s why he recognized the signs when he first laid his eyes upon the little waif of a eyes deep with despair, flesh sunken from chronic hunger, and bruises in all the right spots. He wanted to give her a small gesture of kindness, help make her life a little easier while soothing over his long-forgotten wounds of the heart. But the past has a way of catching up with everyone...
