[VOLUME 2 COVER]
[Week 1: Monday - 7:35 AM]
The Lexus smelled like money.
Not in an obvious way. Not like perfume or cologne or anything you could identify. Just... expensive.
The leather had that particular softness that came from being treated with chemicals whose names probably had more syllables than my entire vocabulary.
The dashboard gleamed with a matte finish that absorbed light rather than reflected it.
The steering wheel fit my hands like it had been custom molded for them, which it definitely had not been.
I sat in the driver's seat with the engine off, staring at the Hartwell Academy parking lot through a windshield so clean I could count the individual leaves on the oak tree forty feet away.
It was 7:35 AM.
School started at 8:00.
I had been sitting here for thirty-two minutes.
This is insane.
