"Thank you. My dad would be livid if he found out I was the reason we're running late." "Of course. Just throw the blame on me, and you'll still be daddy's perfect boy, it isn't like he can whoop my ass." As I stepped out of the car, I was immediately struck by the biting cold of the winter evening. Talk about a rude awakening. I looked up and watched my breath materialize as a visible puff of condensation before it slowl...