He remembered a rainy afternoon when Jack had shown him the engine of an old truck.
“Listen carefully,” his father had said. “Cars aren’t just metal. They talk. They’ve got hearts and lungs. If you learn to listen, they’ll tell you what hurts before they break.”
That lesson stayed with Ethan. He could tell the difference between the whine of a worn belt and the moan of a failing bearing.
But now the garage was silent, and silence meant no money. Without medicine tonight, his father might not survive.
Ethan stepped outside into the bright noon sun. His stomach growled, but hunger didn’t matter. He needed help.
Everyone in town was talking about one event: the wedding of billionaire car collector Daniel Carter and a beloved elementary school teacher named Emily. People said Emily had invited half the town and there would be more food than anyone could eat.
Ethan wasn’t looking for a party. He just hoped to find work—washing dishes, parking cars, anything that could earn him money for medicine.
He slipped through a gap behind the tall fence of the Carter mansion and crept through the gardens until he reached the garage.