The drive to his parents' house was quiet, the rhythmic hum of the R8's engine a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the gold markets he'd just left behind. Jake leaned back into the seat, watching the familiar, sun-bleached streets of Aurelia roll by. When he pulled up to the curb, the driveway was empty.
'Both Mom and Dad are probably at work.' He sat there for a minute with the engine idling, staring at the front door. He'd thought about asking them to retire a dozen times, but he knew exactly how that conversation would go. His father would probably look at him like he'd grown a second head, and his mother would laugh, telling him she wasn't ready to spend her afternoons talking to the plants.
