This has the momentum of a freight train. The first sentence hooked me and the last left me stunned.

I turned the steering wheel with sweaty palms as I exited the bank parking lot. My heart, an inmate pounding on bars, thumped against my rib cage. I drove straight home to my studio apartment, conscious of my speed so I wouldn’t get pulled over. My mind raced with ideas of how I would spend all that money.