April barely took three steps out of the mansion’s gates when a familiar car screeched to a stop right in front of her.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing Gina behind the wheel.
“Hop in,” Gina said, leaning slightly toward the open window.
April folded her arms and scoffed. “Not in the mood, Gina.”
Gina sighed. “I can see that. Now get in before you make me late for work.”
April exhaled sharply, not in the mood to argue, and reluctantly walked over to the passenger side.
She yanked the door open and slid in without a word, shutting the door a little too hard.
Gina pulled away from the curb, side-eyeing April every few seconds.
“Alright, spill it. What’s with the I’m-about-to-kill-someone face?”
April clenched her jaw and stared ahead in silence.
“April.” Gina’s voice soften
