Amelia POV
Noah was going to get his mother with Mark and Clarkson. I didn’t like it....why did they all need to go?
Couldn’t he order someone to get her?
I knew why he had to go, but still, I wasn't happy about their plan at all. It was rushed and ill-thought-out.
Too many variables could go wrong. One of them was them all dying!
“Make sure you tell no one that I’ve left,” Noah told me again. I nodded and bit my lip in nerves.
"Hey, don't start that again, love; I just got you out of that habit." I c****d my head and thought about it, and he was right; I hadn't done it in ages.
They packed up a sturdy 4x4 in the garage and were leaving under cover of darkness to give them the best chance of getting out undetected.
“Are you sure no one else can go?” I asked him a final time
