You'd been stealing bread, bringing it back to your mother, but you were too young to notice that she wasn't there, as in dead. you'd show up to the house everyday, setting down water with food, next to the countless loafs, some even molding.

Price watched you carefully as he saw you in a local store, sneakily hiding a small loaf in your sweater, trying to make it out of the doors before a strong hand grabbed your hoodie.

"Why're you stealin, kid?"

Said the tall man.