THE YEAR IS 2024, WITH THOUGHTS TOWARD CHRISTMAS DAY 2002. THE VERY LAST CHRISTMAS.
A little flash to the future, a flash to the past. Now that I caught up, we're going to resume true schedule. Every Friday, you'll get a new comic. I hope you're excited enough, because I am.
This story is admittedly with age. I started it way back in 2016, and it's grown and grown to a point I can post it here, share you this story in its nuance. It's exciting and scary all at the same time.
January 28, 2003 was the coldest day of that year. It tore the Green family apart and only their 5-year-old son, Rory, survived. Now all that's left for Rory is his uncle— a young, best-selling author rather unequipped for concepts such as "raising a child."
From a world where colors are more than what’s in your eyes. It’s even in your last name!
THIS STORY IS NOT FOR CHILDREN. SENSITIVE THEMES ARE PORTRAYED AND DISCUSSED.
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