Now that Jarrod is gone all I want to do is call Aurora, but she'll still be in the air, and so it's a pointless exercise. I dial her number anyway, deciding to leave her a voicemail.
"Hey angel," I don't know what to say, "let me know when you land, alright? I miss you already. I told Jarrod about mum... I wish you were here, or I was there... Either one. Anyway, I'll speak to you later. I love you."
When I hang up, I feel lost in my apartment.
I wash up the plates of curry and then lean against the sink as I take in the empty kitchen and the empty lounge beyond it.
I don't like it.
I consider going to bed early, but that's just ridiculous, and I want to be awake when Aurora lands. I need to hear her voice. Instead, I go up the stairs and find Aurora's favourite book sat beside the p
