Finally I arrive home. We took longer than we should have because the traffic was practically at a standstill at the scene of the accident. I didn't look.
I didn't want to allow myself to think about what had happened there. That was a part of my life that I didn't want to remember anymore.
I was determined to do anything for my son.
As we were approaching my apartment, I could see the commotion from afar.
" Sir, could you drop me off here please. I need to stop by my friend's house, please.”
He nods, and I get off. Since I had paid before leaving the restaurant.
I watch from a distance.
Police officers are outside.
" Are they looking for me? Did they find out that I killed Mark? But, I saw the car on fire!” I whisper to myself.
I continue watching.
And about fifteen mi
