The next morning, I awoke in my cramped car, my neck twisted in an awkward position against the center console. Rotating my neck and stretching the sore muscles, I rubbed the aching spot before sitting up to the sound of monotonous tapping on my driver’s side window. Squinting I could just make out Tom standing outside with a coffee in hand and concern etched on his face.

Jumping up quickly I grabbed my phone. Shit, I slept through my alarm. Tom motioned his hand to the hood where he balanced my coffee. “I will meet you at the ramp, kiddo.” My head pounded reminding me that drinking on an empty...