{Violet’s POV}
There was one beat-up car in the entire Grench Street.
And it was mine.
I carefully slipped into the driveway and brought the car to a halt. I forced myself out of the car after sparing my sister another look. She was still taking pictures and making reels, oblivious to my presence.
Nothing unusual.
If my rattling car couldn’t get her attention then I didn’t stand a chance.
I strolled around to the back and began tugging out my bags from the car’s backseat and dropping them on the ground. They clogged the doorway but I managed to get them out.
I dropped one.
Two.
And three.
Those were three bags, but that wasn’t all.
I reeled to the back and threw open the booth.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Six bags.
Now we’re done. Told you I packed a lot.
I hung two bags on my right
