He had never experienced the stability of a town long enough to foster meaningful connections, someone to rely on besides his father. A confidant, a companion who would understand his unspoken words and share laughter in the simplest of jokes.
Alex's mother had departed this world when he was just a tender three-year-old. Memories of her remained etched in his mind—the warmth of her smile, the tenderness with which she scooped him up in her arms as he reached out to her.
Though the years had slipped by, he could still recall her frail figure, confined to a sick bed, her once-vibrant countenance now eclipsed by pallor. Her feeble voice struggled to form words, and her weary eyes fought to stay open. Eventually, she succumbed to her illness, leaving Alex and his father behind.
Since that heart-wrenching moment, their lives had been defined by constant movement. They were nomads, fleeing from an elusive threat, forever uprooted.
