Solitude and motor oil meets soul food and wariness
I’m a grease-stained enigma.
A watcher, a protector, an ex-con, and a mechanic.
My name is Brick.
I’m old enough to know good things come to those who wait, and hungry enough to go after what I want.
I am a proud independent.
A nurturer, a cook, a casualty, and a grandparent.
My name is Lisa.
I’m cautious enough to keep my distance, and too wise to let a chance at love pass me by.
We seem unmatched—in race, in history, in lifestyle—but when tragedy leaves a baby in our care and a target on our backs, we discover the strength of family.