“Okay, fine. If you don’t want to see what we’re doing here, get out of the car.” “Fine, I will.” I yank on the door handle, but it doesn’t budge. I glare at her. “Unlock it.” “Yes, ma’am,” she replies, hitting the button. I see it unlock, and yet, the door still doesn’t fucking open. “Oh, you do want to find out?” Violet turns back around in her seat. “Great.”
