Only One Chance for the Ungrateful
Language: en
I was born with a terrible sense of direction. Not only do I fail to memorize routes, but I also couldn't tell north from south if my life depended on it. My best friend, Austin, refused to believe it. He claimed he was going to cure me of this "awful habit" once and for all. He even dragged my sister, Sienna, and my childhood sweetheart, Violet, into his grand plan to give me survival training. Once, on a trip, they got off the subway a station early, leaving me stranded on the platform. Another time, during a mall run, they slipped out of a different exit without saying a word, leaving…