Mauve gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. The city lights of Princeton blurred into streaks of gold and white as she sped through the streets, ignoring the blaring horns of angry drivers. Her sleek car darted between vehicles, her foot pressing harder on the gas pedal with each passing second.

“Move!” she yelled at no one in particular, her voice echoing in the confined space of the car. A slower driver in front of her earned a furious honk, and when the vehicle refused to yield, she swerved into the next lane with reckless abandon. The screech of tires rang out, followed by the shouted curses...