Chapter 369

• Oh no. My hand goes over my mouth. Oh my god. I stand and start to pace. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I hold my hands together as if to pray. Joshua, oh my darling. I’m ok. I’m ok. My fury ignites and I start to pound on the door.
• “What do you want?” I scream.
• “Name the price, asshole,” I yell. I pound on the door with all my might. The vision goes to the news story of us on another channel and I quickly run for the remotes and start picking them all up and aiming them at the television showing that story to work out which remote works with it. I finally find the right one and I turn it up. It shows the aerial vision of the boat again and then it goes to vision from the night before and footage from someone’s phone of Joshua and me fighting in the carpark. My stomach drops.