Author's POV
Aspen called Jemima's other phone number, the one she gave her last night but she didn't pick. Now she called her again this morning to let her know of what had just happened to Nero, but Jemima's line was switched off.
"I hope they haven't found the phone on her." She said.
She had packed her bags already. She carried them as she went through the stairs and dropped them outside the house. She went back inside, sat on the chair and waited for Maeve.
Maeve came downstairs forty minutes later, humming a song. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit, her hair was packed in a messy bun and her face had some makeup.
Aspen wasted no time in walking up to her. She was going to give her a piece of her mind.
"Good morning, Maeve."
Maeve turned around sharply. She c****d her eyebr
