C40 Dontrell’s POV: The Hunt for Allison.
I parked at the corner of Clifton Way and Robertson Boulevard, gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline. The late afternoon sunlight cut through the windshield, casting sharp shadows on the pavement. Though the clock ticked toward 4 p.m., the heat in my veins felt like the height of summer.
My head slammed against the steering wheel as the incident replayed in my mind—Allison’s abandoned bag
