I’m so tight with the swirling tension in the cabin of the car that I try to burst out of the door like a spring toy the second he gets slightly close to my cul-de-sac turnoff, pushing the door hard to open it. “Jesus Christ!” he shouts, slamming the brakes so hard the open door swings, nearly hitting me despite my grip on the handle. “God, Sadie—please don’t ever do that again.”
