(Aurora's POV)
Phineas got back in the car and set his phone face-down on the console.
The door clicked shut. He didn't start the engine right away.
"Tonight was a failure on my end," he said. "A management failure. I'll have a clear answer for you before you walk into work tomorrow morning."
I looked at him. His jaw was tight, the anger in him carefully contained but visible - in the set of his shoulders, in the way his hand rested on the steering wheel without moving. Like a man who had already decided something and was simply waiting for the appropriate moment to act on it.
"What actually happened?" I asked. "To the door, I mean."
He was quiet for a beat.
"Someone jammed a piece of cardstock into the lock cylinder." He said it flatly, the way you describe something that has alrea
