“There!” Tim pointed.

“The rough without the diamond,” Robert snorted, hands shoved in the pockets of his too tight jeans.

Melissa giggled. 

Tim felt his heart sink. This was exactly what he wanted. How come the others could not see?

“You’d do better in the junkyard,” Robert walked away. “He must’a hated you to leave you that”

Melissa pranced behind him.

“I’m sorry,” Tim whispered to the old car. “Mr. Evans left you here, yes, but he kept your engine in his shed. Wrapped like a present. Safe.”

“I will put you back together,” he promised. “Exactly as he’d asked.”

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