Being in a gang was a full time job, Warner had no time for a family life. His family was his gang, his best friend Dillard was the closest to family he had.

Warner sat in the cafe, sipping his coffee and reading the paper, like every Saturday morning when he finally had some spare time. He would often read about the harvest and wonder. Their lives was his dream… He wondered if he would ever have the chance for a family, he wouldn’t mind one. Only problem being that he had no idea what a family looked like.

He shook his head and cleared his throat as he separated the papers and turned the page.