She wasn't up for it, up for talking or anything. She kinda wanted to do the classic Flynn thing and bail but that wasn't who she was. She didn't know who she was anymore. Apparently the stupid girl who got knocked up by the first stupidly good looking guy who came along.

Washing her face, she rinsed her mouth out before slipping out the bathroom and taking Ed's hand. She looked pale, grim and a little green around the edges. And she wasn't talking about this here. Tugging him towards the exit, she took her bag from him and drew it round her body as they slipped out into the back alley.

"You can drive," Abigail muttered, throwing him the keys before sliding into the front seat. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm not- I'm not that girl."