JUDAH's POV :
I didn't remember much about my childhood.
The memories came in and out. Sometimes they came in flashes when I least expected it. Sometimes they came to me in dreams. Some were really nice dreams. While others were what you call a nightmare.
I remembered this one time when I was little, my mom and I lived in a small house near the beach. I remembered hearing the sound of waves in the morning, and the smell of the ocean was so thick.
"Daddy, look what I made,"
I was five years old. I just finished building my first Lego bat-mobile and I couldn't be more proud. I was running around the house in excitement, couldn't wait to show it off.
"That's great, son," dad said with his back turned to me.
He was hunched over a working table, drawing and scribblin
