"I have dreams, every night," Joel whispered as he looked at you with those cold eyes. He looked nervous and almost like he was about to burst into tears.

"What kind of dreams?" You asked, ready to listen to your close friend. "I can't remember," his voice broke in a way you hadn't heard before. "I just know when I wake up..." his voice broke as you saw the attempt of him trying to blink back tears as his rough hands dug into the table inside his house, in Jackson. "I've lost something."