“Sage? The soup is ready” Mrs. Brown came out of the kitchen, staring at his back view on the chair.

“Sage?” The mother called again, but he kept sitting still, so she walked up to him.

“Is it the pains in your belly? Your father went to get drugs for it” she said, and he slowly looked up, his eyes sunken.

“You're saying Lorenzo Vasquez saved my life? The most dangerous man in this city? And he's currently Emily's husband?” he said.

Mrs. Brown pulled a chair and sat in ...