Red card: Desmond and Diana

“Yes sir,” Diana’s uncle replied on the phone. Suspiciously, it sounded like he was talking to someone very important in worldly titles. Immediately, they took her back to the car and she left me seated alone. Diana gazed at me in desperation, as she was being forced by her ‘mean’ uncle and aunt to leave. Her face turned pale, she was balancing tears in her eyes.
The Red Card determined their direction. (Net Photo)
The Red Card determined their direction. (Net Photo)
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