~Drake~
"Your fingerprints on the knife?" I ask her. Her brows pinch together, and her lips part.
I can't explain what I don't know, I just know I didn't do it," I purse my lips and glance down the dirt driveway.
"You don't believe me...."
"I never said that."
"Then what are you saying, Drake. You want me gone? Is that it?"
"What? Of course not, Maya, I am just trying to piece together what happened,"
"Don't bother, I've been trying to piece that together since I woke up in that hospital bed." she snaps at me, she turns the key, in the ignition, but I quickly reach in and snatch the key.
Her voice is barely a whisper when she says, "Drake, please. It's too damn hot to stand here fighting." The relentless summer heat has drained her, and I know the broken AC at her place isn't helpi
