My hand trembled again. It was a summons I held that ignited it. I was screwed up with a guilty feeling which churned in my head. My mother had put high expectations on me that I would study well and graduate from senior high school with pride. This letter I was gripping might kill all her hopes. The world she had built for me in the future would break down into pieces due to the incident that never occurred.

“Next, please….” I quickly slipped the summons into my pocket and proceeded to the front line to receive the money after the broker weighed my junks.

After thanking him, I sneaked...