4.
Catching one of the black, older taxis in London is something I'll never get used to, especially since there are seats facing both the way we're going and the way we're coming from.
So strange… like being in a fucking train.
Soon enough, though, I arrive outside the apartment. I pay the driver, thank him and then get out. I check the mailbox, but there's nothing there. When I walk inside, I know instantly that no one is home and I quickly check my phone for the first time this morning.
Then I groan, wanting to kick myself for not checking earlier; of course my sister and brother were freaking the fuck out.
I scroll down to the bottom of the messages shown and groan again. Mum's called and texted a few times—all during the night, because Australia's awake when London's asleep—and I know I'm in deep shit; when it comes to Renée Dwyer, if you don't reply pretty damn fast, she freaks.
Dad's no help, either, considering they're divorced and he has his own life up in Newcastle, a whole hour away from Mum. His new family: two kids, a wife, even a few fucking dogs, everything—completely separate from us, his first batch that he threw away like a shit-tasting cake or something.
I quickly fire off a joint text to Alice, Emmett, Rose, and Jazz, telling them I'm fine and I'd explain later. Just as that's sent, my mum's picture and name comes up as the phone starts ringing. I sigh and press answer.
Better now than later.
How was that?
Just thought I'd let you know that Esme is not Edward's mother in this one, just the receptionist of the hotel they stayed at.
Also, I was wondering about your opinion on 3 chapters a day? I've noticed that not as many people are reading this one because of the slow updating, and I had already been thinking of updating 3 chapters a day after the first three went up.
Let me know! Please review!
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