"Bang!" At half-past two in the morning, Frank Johnson kicked open Riley Lewis's door, leaning against the door frame, asking with disdain, "Do you even remember what day it is today? How can you still sleep?"
"I didn't forget!"
How could she forget? How dare she forget?
After midnight is the death anniversary of Frank Johnson's father.
"Get up! Atone for your sins!" Frank staggered forward, grabbed her hair, pulled her up from the bed, and dragged her towards a dark room.
The room was a windowless room with only a foam cushion inside. On the wall hung a photo of Frank's father. There was nothing else in the room.
He pushed Riley into the small dark room. Riley fell to the ground and then silently got up and knelt in front of his father's photo, saying nothing!
She owed Frank a life
