I received the call from PJ a little after ten in the morning.
"PJ? What's going on?" I wondered worriedly, he never called anymore without news.
"Jennifer is at London City Airport and is getting onto a plane to America, you've got to meet me there and stop her before it's too late." He choked out, he sounded as if he was crying.
"I'm on my way." I annouced, rising to my feet and grabbing my keys. Leaving the laptop on, freezing Dan's face in video form. I had watched and rewatched his 'I'm Sorry' video twice a day since he left; trying to brainwash myself into understanding that he was not coming back and there was nothing I could do about it. But I had the entire video memorized from everytime he blew his nose to every tear falling down and off his cheeks and still, I couldn't bring myself to believe that he was gone. Just like that.
"I'll meet you at the souvenior shop." PJ stated as I got into my car.
"Yeah, fine, see you there." I muttered before hitting end and swinging my car into gear. All I had left in this world were my babies, and there was no way I was about to lose them now.
