If I Were You

Chapter 15 Amy

Thirty minutes ago

The M4 is rammed and Flynn’s more focused on his phone and eating the entire pack of Jelly Babies than sorting it out. Then he tried to play my single, the single I’d made that Dad never even knew about. I bite my lip when I think of that last night and the dark thoughts that always accompany those memories.

We’re running about an hour late. Not only have I missed helping Laura as she asked, but it looks like we might not even be on time for the dinner. We’re stuck behind a line of cars who have also followed their Google maps into the wilderness, braking round every bend, the air smelling of pig shit and my own nervousness.

Now it’s started to rain and the sky is so dark it’s almost night despite sunset still being a good few hours away. The rain is so much worse and I’m leaning forward in my seat, the wipers on their fastest speed, praying I won’t be hit by a tractor swinging round the next corner. Flynn is still tapping on his phone, barely concentrating as we pass the same bloody places. And just when I think it can’t get any worse we come up against a wall of cows all moving from one field to another, one halting to stare at us.