“Right, well, I’ve got to go sort some stuff out,” she said, “and there’s no need for you to delete the email. I’ll speak to you later, okay?”
“Sure.”
Tess hurried out the building, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe what had happened, and, despite how calm she’d tried to be, she was so nervous she wanted to puke. There wasn’t time for that, though—Tess had to prepare for what was sure to be one hell of a holiday. 2: The Journey Down
Two hours later Tess stood in front of the mirror, dressed in only her underwear and with her lip caught awkwardly between her teeth. Clothes littered the floor of her bedroom, each part of some outfit combination she’d tried on and then discarded. Her suitcase, an ancient brown leather hand-me-down from Tess’s dad, was open on her bed, and, sans a collection of books to read over the holiday, it was completely empty.