On the other side of town are five brothers. . . Macon is the oldest. I've never seen him smile. Army is a single dad with beautiful green eyes. Iron will be in prison soon. Dallas is the one I hate. Trace used to be mine. I need to go home. Away from the swamps and these men. I'll leave tomorrow. Tonight I'll crash on the couch tonight. Everyone is asleep. Except for one. He sees me crying. I let him wrap his arms around my body and hold me. I don't think it was Trace. Which means it was another brother. I don't know who, but I can't help but want him to hold me again. . .