A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

changed in this driveway.

Everything had changed inside me.

The other car wasn’t the silver sedan my sister had driven for years. It was a cherry-red Mercedes convertible so new the temporary tags still shone behind tinted windows. The kind of car you buy when you care about being seen.

I knew the price without checking. Around seventy thousand dollars.continue reading …