I rode Papa's bike back to his old garage through the empty streets, my heart still pounding from everything that had happened. The adrenaline was wearing off now, replaced by exhaustion and the sobering reality of what I'd just done.

I actually won. I can't believe I actually won.

I parked the bike in the same corner where I'd found it, carefully covering it with the old tarp and some dusty clothes I found scattered around the garage. The last thing I needed was for someone to ...