VIOLET
I’m not surprised that Vincent is grumpy first thing in the morning. As soon as I get in the car, I can already tell that this isn’t going to be a fun ride; not unless I take matters into my own hands. And I do intend to.
Willow’s convertible sits idle in the parking lot. The car we take is a coupe. It’s got tinted glasses and an interior that smells brand new. Everything about Willow’s new life smells brand new.
The room I had slept in last night looks like it belongs in a magazine. To think that Ginny actually spent the night in there before me.
“Sit back.” Vincent grumbles, his voice harsher than necessary. “You’re blocking the side mirror.”
“Oh.” I am digging inside my bag for my phone. I sit back, allowing him to see the side mirror. “Sorry.”
He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t l
