Chapter 5
The reception area of Nick’s work was bright and colourful—from the neon pink and yellow flashing “Make Noise Creative” sign to the orange velvet couch which I was perched on, my knee jiggling up and down. It was oddly quiet for a marketing agency called Make Noise. The eerie silence did nothing to settle my nerves. I flicked mindlessly through a magazine, my thoughts elsewhere. Wil hadn’t gotten back until after I’d gone to bed last night and although I’d heard him crawl in beside me, I pretended to be asleep. I couldn’t deal with whatever was going on with Wil right now. Not while my whole world—the café—had just been ripped from under my feet. Okay, so that might be a little melodramatic, but it was how I felt. Had the last gazillion years waiting been all for nothing?
‘What
