Her heart sank as Jenny grasped what was happening: he was messing with his dash cam, deliberately turning it off. A wave of dread washed over her. This was a serious and scary turn of events. Acting on instinct, Jenny knew she had to get away. She had to leave, and fast.
Quickly, she turned the ignition key, hoping to hear the engine roar to life. But instead, there was only a weak sputter, a sound that spelled trouble. “Come on, come on!” she desperately whined. She frantically twisted the key again, her fingers trembling, but the engine just groaned weakly, refusing to start. Why now?, she thought, feeling on the verge of tears.