“Yes.”
“I don’t think I can stand next to you and watch you do this,” Seb says, his voice monotone.
I get a lump in my throat. “That’s okay. You guys don’t have to come if you don’t want.”.
The driver arrives at the front door of the pub. “We need to get going for the church or we’ll be late,” he says.
I nod, watching as he disappears out the door.
My heart begins to hammer in my chest.
“Let’s just f**k off,” Spencer splutters, his panic rising. “We can go to the states. Yeah. We’ll live there and you can send her money.” He shakes his head. “Just don’t f*****g do this, Masters.”
I drag myself off the stool
Beep, beep.
I’m snapped back to the present by the car honking its horn behind me. I look up to see the traffic lights have now turned red, meaning I’ve completely missed them.
