My Sister Got a New Car While I Got a Bus Pass but My 18th Birthday Changed Everything

door. The new-car smell hit me immediately, that clean chemical scent that means nobody has lived in this space yet. The leather seats were cool. The dashboard lit up in blue and white. My hands found the steering wheel and my fingers were shaking.

Not from fear. From the specific weight of being seen by someone after years of being invisible to the continue reading …