15
We pull up outside the flat. It’s started to rain, filling the sky with grey clouds, concealing the sun that was shining only twenty-minutes ago. The dark and gloomy weather doesn’t exactly help our current situation.
I rub my tired eyes hard with my palms. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. Neither did Aimee.
How the hell could anyone sleep after all this s**t?
Aimee unclips her seatbelt and grabs the door handle. I take her other hand, preventing her from opening it. “Stop,” I tell her, firmly. “I told you to stay put. You can’t risk the baby.”
“Look, I was the one who forgot Luna—so I need to do this, Matt. He’s my cat.”
“No, Aimee,” I reply, shaking my head in protest. “We both forgot him, so I’m going alone. I’ll grab him, find your car keys, and then pack up our things
