Her Swollen Face

David’s P.O.V.

My motorbike could no longer be repaired, so I ended up selling it at a junk shop. I didn’t want to do that because it was a gift from my sister—Diane. The problem was that—Mom and big sis would only be worried if I would still bring home my motorcycle’s smashed parts. I wouldn’t want to see Mom faint with her high blood.

Both of them were overthinkers, and they might think that someone was threatening my life because of what happened. Only Denise was bubbly—maybe because she was only twelve. Thanks to Chief Inspector Cortez for accompanying me. He even gave me a ride, so I got home before nine in the evening.