Hold the brake, but don't push it down too far. That was my second lesson for the day. I nodded as Anderson gave the next direction. He's not a bad teacher. It's just my own mind making everything feel dirty.
"Just relax, Elara," Anderson said, a smile in his voice. I let my hands loosen on the steering wheel, knowing my whole body was tense from where my thoughts had gone. "Alright."
I looked around the quiet street and nodded to myself. I can do this. We started from our own driveway. I drove to the end of the block at a speed so slow it was funny. Anderson just grinned and encouraged me, not saying a single word about how cautious I was being. My dad would have complained at least twice by now. When I parked at the other end of the circle, he clapped. His face showed pride, and care, and something like awe.
