AT EIGHT, CLIFTON WATCHED HIS FATHER DIE IN A RACIALLY MOTIVATED ATTACK AT THE HANDS OF TWO WHITE POLICE OFFICERS. Years later, he still suffers from the emotional scars of that night. He has no friends and only the slightest semblance of a family. It’s just him and his mother, but she’s never recovered from her husband’s death either.He is alone in every sense of the word.
Clifton is desperate to connect with someone, so he does the only thing he can think of–he puts messages in bottles, throws them into the New River, and hopes someone will write back. But who would bother to answer him?
Maybe someone as desperate as he is.