Shortly before I leave for practice I receive a text from Scott:

SCOTT: Do you want me to drive you in?

ISABELLA: Sure

SCOTT: B there in 10.

I rush around my room collecting everything I need for the day.

Mom pokes her head out of their bedroom, “I’ll be ready in a minute.” “No need,” I stop her in her tracks, “Scott’s taking me.”

“That’s wonderful Honey, I hope you have a good session.” “Thanks,” I say dismissively, “bye!” By the time I’m downstairs,

Scott’s Mercedes is pulling into the driveway. I open the car door letting myself in, “Good morning,” I greet.

“Good morning,” he greets me. He...