The door of the AMG One closed with a satisfying, solid thunk, sealing me in a cocoon of carbon fiber and muted engine purr. It was approaching 6 p.m., and the sky was beginning to bleed into shades of orange and purple.
I had a few final things to sort out before returning to the strange normalcy of school tomorrow.
My conversation with Soo-Jin yesterday had been productive. I didn't want to deprive her of an education, but when I brought up high school, she'd been clear: she was only interested in college.
Given the rigorous Korean standard she was accustomed to, combined with her own formidable IT and other skills, it made sense. ARIA had suggested a tailored, home-based learning plan.
The plan was for her to study with my and ARIA's help, and when I took my GED exams to fast-track out of high school, she would take them alongside me.
