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I Never Told You But
Trevor’s stomach knotted with anxiety while he rushed around, retracing his steps. His bicycle was not where he left it. He couldn’t fathom it got stolen out of the yard during the few minutes he went inside to get something to drink. Warnings from his parents replayed in his mind regarding locking his bike when he left it to do anything.
Anger began to displace his sour stomach on the third trip around the property with no sign of his wheels. He stormed into the house. “Simone, come help me! Someone stole my bike, and I need your help to find it.” Nothing came back from his younger sister. Emptiness rushed through his heart, making him feel unexpectedly lonely. Anger surged to the forefront, and he slapped his open palm hand down hard enough on the counter to add hurt. “Ow. I’ll look for the bike myself. No one takes my stuff and gets away with it.”
Rushing from the house, Trevor jogged this way and that down the street from his home, scanning the properties as he passed hoping to find his bike. Nearing the end of the block when despair threatened to take over, he spotted his treasure leaning against a tree. Racing through the yard double-time, he latched onto the handlebars as if they were made of gold.
He swung it around, like an old friend, and shifted into detective mode. Who took it and why was it plain sight like no crime had been committed? He…
