As the night goes on and my father arrives home, I find myself being subtly questioned by him. "Hey, honey," my father greets me as he stands in my doorway. I glance up at him and smile before going back to my work. He doesn't take the hint, though. "Diego left already?"
"Yeah," I answer casually.
"His bike is still in the garage, though," my father replies and I nod.
"He got a ride there," I clarify earning a noise of confirmation.
"You haven't taken a ride on that bike, right?" my father asks and I know the answer I'm supposed to give, the answer Diego would approve of. But should I lie to my father? He specifically told me not to get on that bike, but I did. But should I just throw Diego under the bus like that? And should I just throw myself under the bus like that?
"No," I answer
