I close the door behind me, sealing us in. My trembling fingers search the wall beside the door, landing on the light switch, but when I flip it, nothing happens. I try again. Still nothing. Great. We’re in the dark—alone. Solid plan, Violet. “What was that about this morning?” I yell-whisper. A deep laugh rumbles in front of me. “What about it? Are we picking up where we left off?” God help me, part of me wants to. The insane part.
