Maxine POV
The shed will be perfect. I can get all Grandpa's machines set up, and it will be used again, just like he would have wanted. Dad never wanted anything to do with what was in that shed, and when he got the house, he threatened to throw it all down the dump, even though it had been willed to me. The lawyer was the only saving grace, stopping him from doing something stupid, and my renting the storage shed was a solution to it. Now the gear will get used as it should be. It was wasting away in that shed.
"Stay, it's late, and if you insist on going home, I will have to follow you to make sure you get home safely, and I really don't want to get on my bike this late at night," Tank said softly.
Like that was the real reason he didn't want me to go, for my safety?
I bet they ha
