Elizabeth’s POV

  

  “Are you sure there will be enough space? You have filled the car already!” I snapped at Lucas, my voice sharp and full of frustration. I was standing there with my arms folded, watching him keep dragging more useless crap out of the house and stuffing it inside the car.

  

  He did not even look at me. Lucas just kept shoving things into the backseat like he was packing for the end of the world. Boxes, bags, blankets, I did not even know what half of the things were. The passenger seat beside the driver was full to the roof, and the backseat was almost completely covered.

  

  I...