“You know that’s a rhetorical question. What I feel doesn’t really matter to you. You’d convince me to go even if I say I don’t want to.”

Chelsea acts like she didn’t hear me and proceeds to open the box, then closes it again.

It looks seamless, constructed in a way that no one would think it could be opened.

“Custom thinks it’s just a statue. We registered it to be shipped to Country Zee,” Chelsea says while crossing her arms and resting her weight on one of her legs. ...