A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

By eleven that night I was running on autopilot, held together by willpower and cheap coffee.

When I saw the black car parked in front of the library, I assumed it was my Uber. It was black. It was waiting. I was too tired to question anything beyond that.

I opened the back door and slid inside as if I were coming home. The seat was impossibly comfortable,continue reading …