Sierra’s POV
Christmas.
Jiggles of the bells.
Snow ever so beautiful with the decorations all around.
It was supposed to be a happy occasion. One that would make everyone smile and be excited. To top it all off, there was a long awaited biker’s race today. In just a few hours, there would be a crowd in the race tracks.
I should be happy but I could not. Instead, I was filled with worry. I stared down at my phone screen and my call log. I have called Arthur over twenty times, yet it has said the same thing — switched off.
He seemed fine yesterday, even though he avoided the calls that were coming in. Now, I regret leaving without making sure. Ever since I left the house, it seemed he went silent. I heard Mum and Dad downstairs packing up to leave for the racetrack.
With a sigh, I got
