C15 CHAPTER 15

I walk downstairs, my foots echoing in the emptiness of the pack house. I see Bekah in the kitchen eating an orange. "You almost ready?" She asks through a bite. "My suitcases are in the car, my phone's in my pocket and my purse is in the front seat. I'm good to go." I smile at her and she laughs, handing me a piece of an orange. I'm starving but so nauseas at the same time