Chapter Six: What a Shame

By the time I turn my attention from Elizabeth back to the armed man, he is gone.

“What kind of ninja bullsh-”

My mutter is cut short by the feel of liquid on my fingers; there is still some blood on my wedding ring from when I slashed Mr Simmon’s earlier.

I should have returned the ring; I must have gotten so used to wearing it that-

“Seriously, Livy, let's go!”

I roll my eyes at my younger sister’s impatience, especially because she was the late one; still, I walk towards her car and enter before more vehicles cue at the pickup/drop off point.

Elizabeth's car is packed, stuffed to the brim with suitcases; some still have their seal from the airport, perhaps from her last vacation.

"Shouldn't you have taken the essentials? I can barely see the cars behind us; driving like this is unsafe!”

"Relax. It's fine."

She says as she fiddles with the radio before setting on a pop station and driving us off.

"Were you having dinner with a friend or looking for somewhere else to spend the night