Kate pov

I

may or may not have screamed at him to zip it, because his conversation wasn't helping. I know he wasn't mad at me but l still felt bad for lashing out at him when he was only trying to help. I Iooked over to him, he looked tired, exhausted.

My aunt had stopped humming beside

me and was struggling to keep her eyes

open.

"What's the time?" I whispered to Oliver, not wanting to wake my aunt up.

"5:30Am ." he answered, stiffing out a yawn.

" I'm sorry I yelled at you." I said with a timid voice, trying not to focus on the pain.

He...