#Chapter 176- What If…

Fiona I shove several outfits into my bag in a rush, not even bothering to fully fold them or organize them. There’s no time. Ryan said he’d be here in thirty minutes to pick me up and take me to the airport. He said we’ll be flying out the moment he gets clearance to use the company jet he can get ahold of. “Going to the West is a bad idea, Fiona,” Isla says for the third time, following me to the bathroom while I rush to grab my toiletries. “What are you going to do there? His family doesn’t like you and Angela will probably be there somewhere too. Who knows what kind of danger is waiting over there?!” “I don’t care,” I tell her as I squeeze my toiletry bag into the nearly overflowing suitcase. I don’t know how much to pack or how long we’re going to be there, so I don’t know exactly what to bring. I look around the room, feeling like I’m forgetting something. “What else? Am I forgetting anything? I feel like there’s something missing, and I—” “Your common sense!” Isla scre