FLASH BACK

Irene slammed the car door shut and slumped into the back seat, still reeling from Ivy's words and behavior. Such audacity! Nothing shakes her up anymore, and her fearlessness has struck a nerve. She pounded into the leather upholstery, her fists clenched in frustration.

"If you're angry, don't take it out on the car," Ethan said calmly, his eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Irene's gaze snapped to him, her anger momentarily redirected. "Shut up and drive. Mind your business, Ethan," she snapped, her voice low and even.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Someone needs to mind yours, Irene. You're going to...