I sit at the bus station, waiting anxiously for the coach to the city, and watch the huge clock over the ticket box tick slowly. I’ve watched the oncoming arrivals like a hawk for any sign of my family or Arrick’s. I do not doubt that once they realize I’m gone, they’ll check the bus terminals for me, and I can’t face any of them. I’ve mulled over every scenario - running to Jake to talk sense into my parents, running to Leila, but it all comes down to one very unavoidable fact. ...