My limbs ached as I walked to the parking lot, which was almost empty, save for an old Honda, a shiny Toyota Venza, and Henri’s weathered Volkswagen. My fake driver’s license had been delivered the previous day, but even after forcing me to drive her around so she could judge if I could be trusted with a vehicle, Frankie still refused to let me get close to her car keys.
Henri, however, didn’t mind.
It’s not like there’s any damage I can do to his car that isn’t already there.
I needed to get a car of my own, I thought to myself as I walked. There was no way in hell that I’d spend a whole year on earth and not at least explore it. From day one, a map had been forming in my head; an intricate plan of all the places I wanted to visit and see. If only my father didn’t stubbornly insist on
