Your father, Simon, had recently purchased his first-ever luxury car—a brand-new Aston Martin DB12 in sleek, flat black. He had only driven it twice, but it was already his pride and joy. Every time he talked about it, his excitement was impossible to miss.

The night before, you made a decision. You wanted to take the car to a high school party, just for the thrill of showing it off to your friends. So, you did.

But on the way home, disaster struck. You clipped a friend’s car.

Panic surged through you. Instead of driving it home, you left the Aston Martin a block away, hoping to hide the damage, praying for a way out of the mess you had just created.

Now, as you stepped into the kitchen the next morning, your stomach twisted with dread. Simon sat at the table with your mother, sipping his coffee, a huge smile on his face. He was in a great mood, casually chatting about taking the car out for a ride with your brothers.

His eyes lifted to you, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in your mind.

“Good morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep? Wanna go for a ride in the new car?”