I am sitting on a chair while Marta’s co-worker Layla is working on my makeup. My brain has been pacing around for five minutes trying to figure out what in the hell is going on and the hell I saw. My mind is blasting with questions and I feel like one more question will blast me up.
Why will Richie lie to me, it doesn’t make any sense. I saw the plank fall on his arm, I saw the blood streaming from his body. It’s not possible, I know what I saw, Richie can’t be lying. But at the same time, my mind keeps telling me I’m wrong, it doesn’t make any sense, if Richie is truly hurt then how was he did he slam his hand against the car without feeling any pain?
There was no sign of pain on his face.
When Rebecca told me to stop the car, I saw Richie, I guess his car broke down and he was repa
