Run me over too

Ivo held his breath until his chest began to hurt. He let the trapped air out with a shuddering exhale. "You know that wasn't your fault. You were just a kid."

Davi pulled at a loose thread on the bottom of his shorts. "I knew plenty. I knew enough to be a brat. I don't know why I wanted ice cream so desperately. It's like I was convinced my mom was saying no because she was cruel and not because we were poor."

His features twisted in a pained grimace. "I regretted taking off running the moment I heard that awful sound. But regretting didn't change a damn thing, my mother was still lying on the asphalt with a puddle of blood spreading under her body. The car that run her over had a dent in the front shaped like her curled up body."

"I remember that clearly, for some reason, the metal twisted like that...it looked like a weapon."