Ruby

About forty-five minutes later, we are well on our way to the airport. I’m sitting in the back of a black Range Rover Evoque, which has appeared out of nowhere and belongs to Declan. He has more cars than he must know what to do with. I’m sitting gingerly on the passenger window side with poor Ramsey squashed in the middle and David on his other side. I wanted it this way and no one was willing to argue with me about it. The reason being, there is something bothering Ramsey, apart from my trauma, and I want to talk to him about it.