JAMES
Why did I do this to myself? I must have gone totally mad. Men were not built for this kind of tor-ture. And if this wasn’t enough, now I have to be worried about Destiny’s safety. I lay in the tub soaking my lower half in salted water. Goddamn it burned.
Previously I got off the phone with the hospital. Strangely enough there was no Sister Angela working there, the Matron assured me. Well, Destiny wouldn’t have made up a story like that. What concerned me the most was that she said her car’s brakes failed.
The mechanic promised me that the car was in mint condition when it left his shop, and I believed him. He’s been servicing my cars and my bikes for years and I trust him completely. Who would want to hurt her?
