Forty-three.

Stella POV.

“How far is he?” I ask Theo, last time I tried to leave the town with my parents, the pain had me falling down and screaming.

“He’s on the other side of the country, if we drive through the night we’ll be there by morning and back by tomorrow for dinner time,” Theo answers me as I yawned.

“I’m tired, that’s a lot of driving,’ I say, even if I wasn’t tired, I had no idea how to drive, I still needed to learn.

“Did you start your driving lessons yet?” Theo asks me.

“Not really,” I say with a pout, I would have offered to drive a bit, but we need to save James, not be saved ourselves.

“Take a nap, we’ll reach an empty road in about three hours, I’ll give you a quick lesson then,” Theo says.

“Are you for real?” I ask him all excited the sleep running out of my eyes, I wanted to learn how to drive so badly, but dad keeps on refusing to teach me, saying I’ll have time to learn, and Milo says I’m too little to be driving anyway.

“Yes, I’m for real, but you need to sleep f