"I don't remember..."
The boy shook his head.
If he remembered anything at all, he would have told the police long ago.
Everyone's expressions were hard to read.
Someone muttered under their breath.
"Could he have done it on purpose...?"
The person beside him immediately nudged him. "What are you talking about?"
Wasn't it normal for a child not to remember things?
Still, to forget something this important...
Putting everything else aside, this boy...
He really didn't seem to care much about his little sister.
Was he planning not to come back for his sister later?
He'd tossed the car keys straight into the trash.
He had no recollection of a car that important.
He didn't even have the faintest idea where the car was.
This...
Just how much did this boy dislike his sister?
"You..."
The woman clutched the front of her shirt.
"How can you not remember anything at all?"
You should... you should at least remember something...
"Because I'm stupid."
"Isn't that what you all say?"
The boy's sarcastic words made the woman freeze.
"You—"
The woman took a deep breath.
Her face was a mixture of anger and hurt.
The boy looked away.
A faint feeling, something like regret, rose in his heart.
But he ignored it.
He hadn't said anything wrong.
They might not have called him stupid to his face, but he knew that was what they thought.
Because plenty of other people thought so too.
"What does it matter if I remember or not...?"
the boy mumbled.
"She's definitely here."
"No..."
"If she's not in the car, maybe she's already left..."
To be honest, unlike everyone else, who had been shocked to find that the girl wasn't in the car, he actually felt somewhat relieved.
He did