***Serena***
"I keep avoiding it, but I do need to talk to you about what Amoya told me that morning," James says, sitting up next to me behind the steering wheel.
I look back at him in surprise, I wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it or not.
"I don't want to know, James," I tell him honestly. He looks taken aback for a moment.
"Why? Surely everyone appreciates insight into what could be ahead?" he asks. I shake my head and look apologetic.
"I used to. But not anymore. Particularly after our conversation last night, I realise I simply have to trust you, trust the path we are on. She spoke to me that night in your bedroom. At a moment when I felt like my heart was about to break over the fact you were so anxious about what you needed to tell me, while I sat there with my huge secr
