ADALIA’S POINT OF VIEW
I rub my eyes to see if I’m seeing things, but the watch, money, and Santa's hat are still there, nicely placed on the seat, and to really be sure that the watch is mine, I turn it, and my eyes get even wider when I see my initials.
Am I going crazy?
But I know that I gave my watch and money to the homeless guy... but he was white... Santa was black... how?
I get out of the car and run outside, even though I know that the possibility of seeing either of them is non-existent, my brain needs answers. Logical answers, not fairy freaking answers.
As expected, no one was there, or at least none of the men... with that thought, their eyes came into my mind. Cerulean green.
But it can’t be... right? I mean, one was white and the other black... but the eyes... then the
