Seth just started driving, and he’s doing pretty well. The written test was a breeze, and on the streets around his house he feels comfortable. He even volunteered to drive his little sister to the mall.
Sarah sits on the couch, clutching her stuffed bear. Her finger nails are visibly torn; they’ve been bleeding again.
Her mom, meanwhile, is calling into work again. She’ll have to explain for what feels like the zillionth time that she’ll be late. It’s not clear her boss will understand this awful situation much longer.