I could have sworn the mailbox wasn't there.
As I surveyed the damage I had done to the mailbox, which was a few miles away, I was certain it hadn't been there before. I wasn't even sure if what I had done—practically throwing the neighbor's mailbox onto the curb—was a crime.
Jade's car had chipped paint on the side because her neighbors had painted the wooden mailbox red. That's why Jade and Axel had rushed to find me. I stepped out of the car, regret etched on my face, but Jade was more concerned about me than the car. She inspected me closely, her hands cupping my cheeks.
"You got us worried sick," she said, breathless.
"I'm fine. I swear the mailbox wasn't there when I drove your car," I insisted.
She rolled her eyes. "It was light red. How did you not see it, dear bestie?" she as
