Chapter 5
I slowly walked over to the red sports car. My brain was racing. I was happy, worried, and mad at the same time. Happy because I had found the person who destroyed my life, worried about who the driver of the car was, and I was pissed off for about the same reason as I was happy.
I walked over there and took a photo of the car and the license plate number to use as possible evidence for the police. Someone came out of the hospital door and started walking towards me. Must have been the owner of the car. All my mixed emotions turned to rage. I couldn't wait to confront this guy. But as soon as I saw who he was, my rage turned into a fight-or-flight response. I knew this guy.
He was one of the kids who had muzzled me.