Quincy.
Eight-year-old Quincy clutched the worn copy of "The Call of the Wild" his Auntie Linda pressed into his hand. The faded cover art promised adventure, and as Quincy cracked it open, he found himself transported to the Alaskan wilderness alongside Buck, a stolen St. Bernard forced to adapt to a brutal new life. Quincy devoured the book, his imagination ignited by Buck's fight for survival. He saw a reflection of himself in Buck's yearning for adventure, a strength waiting to be unleashed. Quincy's world wasn't the frozen Yukon, but the bustling streets of Chicago's South Side. Yet, it held its own challenges. Navigating the concrete jungle with his wise and patient Grandma Willa by his side, Quincy craved wide-open spaces and the thrill of the unknown. Grandma Willa, a woman whose weathered hands had seen their share of hardship, chuckled at his enthusiasm. She saw the spark in his eyes, a yearning for something more. Every evening, curled up beside Grandm...