Allen Frances Doyle was no hero. As a matter of fact he was as far removed from a hero as one could possibly get. And he knew it; the whole world knew it.
Over the years he’d had plenty of chances to change that but despite a big part of him wanting to be the hero who saves the day; the cowardly part of him was stronger. His survival instinct always insisted on saving himself.
But there came a time when he could no longer put himself first.
Doyle knew he wasn’t a hero.
Until the one day he was.