In May, it was already very hot in Bay City.
However, Jaylene Ziel felt cold, especially on the mountaintop, where the wind sent shivers down her spine.
Before her was a freshly engraved tombstone, with her mother, Nancy Scott's, photo still smiling radiantly. It seemed as if she had never left.
What echoed in her mind were the words of the policemen handling the traffic accident: your father is entirely at fault, driving without a license, mistaking the accelerator for the brakes. It's already fortunate that the other three cars are willing to accept compensation; if not, your father would be facing jail time once he wakes up!
Yes, the whole traffic accident appeared to be her father's fault. But, how did that long container truck end up on the small path beside their residential area?
That path was tiny, just across from their residential area was a school. It was so small that a single car could barely pass. There were no handrails in the middle, only two double yellow lines.
