CHAPTER FOUR

                                Despite the worries, I pushed myself out of the bed. Ava wasn't sleeping next to me. To study in Oxford was her dream. She must be packing. She was sad that I wasn't coming with them. 

      I took a quick shower and headed out of the room. My feet froze when I saw Mr Morris sitting in the living room and drinking tea. 

      My mother was sitting on the second single couch, sipping her tea. She always cooked breakfast for us. 

      "Hello, Mr Morris." I greeted him with a smile. 

      "Child! The tea is very good. Join us," He lifted the cup and took a long sip, enjoying it. 

      I sat on the couch but didn't forward my hand to serve myself a cup of tea. I forgot. He was coming to give a ride to my family as he was heading to London too. 

      Ava walked into the living room. She was carrying her backpack. Her eyes met mine, "We're ready to go," I felt sadness. I was doing this for her bright future. After a couple of years, we would be together. Mom would be fine. Ava would be a doctor. Everything would be perfect. I could hope for this. 

      I couldn't imagine the goodbye time so soon. Mom and Mr Morris got on their feet. They slid the cups on the wooden table. 

      "I'll be waiting outside," He said. 

      I didn't notice but they had already packed their luggage. Ava crushed me into a tight hug. My eyes brimmed with tears. I wasn't going to cry. 

      I curled her in a engulf, "Take care of mom and yourself. Don't forget me," I chuckled. 

      She pulled back looking offended, "I won't." Her voice cracked. Tears were running down her cheeks. 

      I swiped my thumb over them, "You can come with me and help me with my job. Your dream... can wait, " I trailed, mocking. 

     "No," She hugged me again, "I'll miss you." 

     "Me too," My throat began to tighten. 

     Ava pulled back, wiping her cheeks. Mom took me in a tight hug, "Study hard, princess. Message me every day if you can't call. When I want you to come for weekends. You will." She demanded. 

      I hugged her and smiled at her commanding nature. I would miss it, "Ok, mom." I pulled back and sighed deeply, "Mr Morris will be waiting for you." I said. 

      They nodded and headed to the door. I paced behind them. Mr Morris held the door open for my mom and sister. 

      They gave me a quick hug and got in. 

      "Donovan will be here in the evening. Good luck, child." Mr Morris said. 

      I nodded, "Thank you, Mr Morris," 

      He smiled and climbed into the passenger seat.

      I don't need to say or ask him to take care of my sister and mother. They'll be fine. 

      I waved my hand at the car as the driver pulled away. Ava peeped out of the window. I could see her watery eyes.

      Closing my eyes, I took a second to breathe deeply, I couldn't sit calmly. I had to packy things. Mr Wolfe might be here at any time. 

      I returned to the living room. I slid my phone over the wooden table, put the cups back in the tray and grabbed them. I carried them to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. I washed them immediately. I couldn't afford a caretaker.

      I sighed again. I wasn't doubting my decision but it was feeling f***** hard. 

      I packed my luggage. It was only one suitcase. I didn't waste money on clothes and other luxurious items. 

      I had received a message from Donovan that he must be reaching at any time. 

      I was waiting for him for five minutes. I understood I was taking care of his grandchild but shifters, it unsettled me. Was I really going to meet one? Or Mr Donovan Wolfe was testing me for taking care of his grandchild, Sisily. 

       I growled inwardly. I was excited if it was true and scared too, In case, they'd harm me. 

       If a seven years older girl can survive to stay with shifters. Why can't I? If I couldn't see myself fit in that world. I'm taking my ass back home.'

       "Miss Emma," I startled, jumping on my feet. 

       Mr Wolfe peered at me, his forehead creased, "I don't mean to scare you," He said in an apologetic tone. 

       "No. I didn't notice you. I was just..." I trailed, I didn't want to share my thoughts. 

       He nodded his head, "Are you ready to go?" He asked. 

        I nodded as there was no option but to accept it. I had already decided. So, no use in wasting time backing up.