CHAPTER 15
Present Day, Ithaca
Before the car had even completely drawn to a stop Seb threw himself from the Mercedes – with little concern for either himself or the car – leaving the keys in the ignition and the engine still running.
The little yellow beetle sat in its usual spot, which meant Emilia should be home… if she wasn’t anymore, she hadn’t left under her own steam.
‘You’ll have to drive yourself home, Max,’ he shouted over his shoulder, already sprinting up the driveway like the devil was on his tail. ‘I’ll come and get the car tomorrow.’
‘Awesome,’ Max responded, as he climbed from the car and rounded the bonnet to the driver’s side. At his age, the opportunity to drive a Mercedes was something to be celebrated.
Bursting into the kitchen with scant regard for the wellbei
