Thursday came and I hadn't packed yet.
I kept walking past the bag on the chair in the spare bedroom and finding reasons to do something else. Eli needed lunch. Angela needed help with something. The dragon egg needed relocating to a safer position on the windowsill.
Anything but packing.
Angela watched me do this for most of the morning without saying anything and then at noon she put a cup of tea on the table in front of me and sat down and looked at me.
"Pack the bag Mia," she said.
"I will," I said.
"Now."
"Angela."
"The train is tomorrow morning," she said. "Pack the bag."
I wrapped both hands around the mug.
"What if he tells me something I'm not ready to hear," I said.
"Then you'll hear it anyway," she said simply. "And you'll deal with it the way you deal with everything
