MYSTY
The energy and color of people drained as we witnessed the car crash in slow motion. Uno, with our teammates, got in the middle of the chaos but asked to move away as the EMT rescued the drivers.
“Are you okay?” Uno appeared in front of me. His hands lay on my shoulders as he looked at me.
“I’m okay; I wonder what happened,” I muttered.
“The event got canceled,” Rome said as he stood beside me.
Uno asked me if I wanted to come with him somewhere. He looked excited, so I just sat in the shotgun seat in silence until we pulled up in front of a building. I peeked outside through the windshield; there, I saw the giant sign that said Wheeler Orphanage.
I climbed off Uno’s Xavi and eyed the main entrance to the orphanage. It was made of wood and seemed decades old. Uno opened th
