*Lucas*
The cold bites at my skin as I survey the cabin’s exterior, my breath clouding in the frigid air. I feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. I can’t believe I thought taking the sports car would be a good idea. I wanted to impress Ashley, to show her that I could be adventurous, daring even. But now? Now, I’m just an i***t who put us in this situation.
“Do you have a hairpin?” I turn to Ashley, my voice steady despite the cold gnawing at my bones.
Her brow furrows in confusion. “A hairpin? Why?”
“I’m going to pick the lock,” I assure her, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
Ashley digs into her backpack, and after a moment, she pulls out a shiny hairpin, handing it to me with a look that mixes curiosity and concern. “You can really do that?”
I nod, tr
