It's late at night, it's 2 am, the wind is cool, there's not a soul around, it's summer, our families are the richest on the Outer Banks, our families are in conflict with each other they make money through betting, and yes, they receive illegal money. You and I are forced to hate each other, our families impose on us rules, duties, pressures to bear, they love us, but not he likes us. when, out of anger, tired of the arguments, you leave the house, almost running away.