This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales, is entirely coincidental. Quote that inspired this story courtesy of John Mayer. To my beautiful mother One "Adam, you have no heart." Katie Brand's wide blue eyes sparkled under the sunlight that was splashing through the windows of the rickety bagel shop in Hollywood, California. The expression of horror on her face was directed at the only person in the world who had the power to inspire it. "Seriously, like... You don't have a soul," she finished bluntly. Adam Brand was barely awake, squinting one hazel eye against the rapidly rising Friday morning sun. He strained to take in the face of his thirteen year old sister, Katie, the only female in the world who still made him feel alive. "Jesus, baby, it's barely 7am and you're already busting my balls? At least buy me a cup of coffee first,”
