“Don’t go”
Her whisper was barely registered, drowned out by the influx of thoughts running through my mind.
Canned food, check. Water bottles, check. Passport…
“Passport, passsssspooorrrttttt’ muttering, I strode to the dressing table by the house phone, yanking open the top drawer and ruffling through the piles of papers before pulling out the small black book.
I flipped it open “John Lewis… hmm...