CHAPTER TEN
I stay in Kirsty’s house the rest of the day, too scared to go out in case I meet yet another villager who asks me why I wasn’t at Jack’s party and what an amazing night it was. I can’t face telling them I wasn’t invited, and I appear to be at the bottom of the Lochalshie popular persons list.
Mena seems to sense something and decides I am now her best friend. She insists on sitting on my lap most of the day, happy to re-watch Outlander series 2 with me as I mutter that Sam Heughan is one hundred times better looking than Jack McAllan and surmising that he, Jamie Fraser stroke Sam Heughan, would never think of holding a party in his home town and not inviting the village new-comer.
When I risk creeping outside to phone Katya, picking my moment to minimise the risk of people
