Later that evening, Tyrell turned his bike onto his street. He had stayed at the library a little longer than he planned and didn’t realize how late it had gotten until the announcement that it would be closing soon. He pedaled hard, not wanting to be out at this time of the night, especially on a Friday.
He swerved over the curb and up onto the sidewalk, sliding to a stop in front of the gate that led up to the front door of his grandmother’s house. Leaning to the side, he threw his leg over the back of the bike and pushed open the gate. He could barely squeeze through the narrow opening with his bike.
Tyrell grinned when he saw the door open and his grandma’s stern figure standing in the doorway. She always worried when he forgot the time and stayed out too late. He wanted to reassure
