ed was the coppery taste

hes from mine, his spittle hitting my cheek as

-plan co-working space. The social media mob his sister Karen had whipped up cheered him

ir so she could show off at her da

ter of twisting reality, claimed I' d sabotaged the "complicated" electric car, jealous of Ashley' s

ad hitting the polished concrete floor

, li

n't broken. There was no pain, no blood, no screaming mob. Just the gentle hum of the air

text from my friend: Good luck with y

was the morning Karen Todd would walk over a

dead. I

liberate. I walked to the window and looked down at my driveway. There it was, my pristine, stardust-grey Lucid

this

ing through my side. I took a deep, steadying breath and w

ile plastered on her face. Her daughter, Ashley, stood a few feet behind he

you there?" Karen' s

tton. "Hi, Kare

s just... well, it' s not fit for the occasion. I was hoping, just this once, we could borrow yo

ory. The casual entitlement, the focus on

time, I w