The McCleary family effectively died the day that David McCleary was killed by a hit and run drunk driver while out jogging. As the first-born, David had always been the apple of his mother’s eye. Patrick, her other son, had always been second, and following his brother’s death he became her primary emotional punching bag. When she learned a short time later that Patrick was gay, she used her newfound church friends and tried to throw him out of the house. His father intervened – until his father disappeared. Then, Patrick found himself alone and living on the cold, dark streets of the city with absolutely no idea about how to survive.
One night he ended up in a church basement that doubled as a shelter on cold nights where he befriended the resident priest who tried to prepare him for the life that awaited him on the streets. Patrick disappeared for a few days when he thought he’d found a good solution on where to sleep and stay warm. When that ended abruptly he found himself back at the shelter where the priest introduced him to another guy just about his age who had street smarts way beyond his years. Juan took Patrick under his wing, taught him the ropes, and watched his back. Patrick felt helpless when one night Juan disappeared in what he knew was a bad, bad situation. Would he find him again? Would he be in time to save his friend’s life? What would he do if he was too late?