Tired of watching the outside scenery, I was about to lie on my bed on the other corner of my room when I heard voices of numerous people coming from down below in front of our house. I stood up from my sitting position to get a better view of the landscape, keeping my eyes close to the wooden blinds of my room. I could see a commotion. Most of our neighbors were there. Some of them seemed to be beating up a poor man who was struggling to get up from the ground. On the other hand, my mother, together with a few kindhearted townsfolk, was watching the situation from a distance. The council was also there, together with Henry. I could not clearly see who the poor battered man was, so I tried to stick my head even closer to the gaps of the blinds. I still couldn t recognize who he was. I heard the angry cries of the people who were hitting the man with their bare hands. The council was trying to put everything under control, but they continued to hurt the unfortunate guy. The men were punching him, while the women pulled his hair dragged him across the street. As they went closer to our house, the identity of the man was slowly revealed to me. I was taken aback. I felt a horrible chill overtake my whole body. The man who was being dragged across the road was Lawrence. The events of the previous night suddenly flashed back in my mind like a rushing train crushing me to pieces. I thought that Lawrence got the message in the cake which I wrote for him, warning him of the crime that was being accused to him. But it was Neil who got the message. And I forgot to put a new piece of cake that night. Lawrence probably returned earlier in the morning, and he was not warned of the impending danger against him. Everything was my fault. It was entirely my fault. I was so stupid.

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