CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Sam heard a cry and glanced over, wincing when Kat slipped with her arms flailing and slewed into the metre-wide base of a gumtree.
‘Are you okay?’
Kat waved.
‘Need a hand?’
‘No, I’ll be right.’
She didn’t sound it.
‘I’ve stuffed up my patch enough by falling over.’
That was true, so Sam held back. Assessing her friend from the distance, she thought Kat looked embarrassed and in a bit of pain. She watched Kat test her ankle, then place more pressure on it.
‘Should I call a medic?’
Kat brushed debris off her muddied pants and gingerly straightened. She paled.
‘No way. I’ll fake it ’til I make it if I have to.’
She shot Sam a determined grin.
It was Georgie’s turn to monitor the various social media sites on the communal laptop. Meanwhile, she trawled the web
