It was, at times, unbearable, like in the car, the tension of having to drive a distance with nothing to say. Talking became work, the

My eyes open, meeting floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the gloominess of the grey sky. For a minute, I wonder where I am, then I

I see the white Tesla turn the corner and begin collecting my luggage so it can be placed into the boot. The driver, a smart

I remember sitting on the bed, watching my mother break down. She never cried, even when my father and she fought. She made herself tough

It is a happy occasion, and this maternal overload of love running through my veins is normal; I tell myself this on repeat. But just

My small obsession with cars started young when girls my age were into boys and makeup. I drooled over a metallic baby blue Jaguar that