Chapter TwelveI don’t see Daisy again until we’re back at school.
After the promised text never happened, I tried phoning, texting and knocking on her door several more times over the days following Boxing Day. She never opened the door, never picked up the phone, but I did receive a text one night, saying, ‘Stop’.
I thought long and hard about telling someone, of course I did. The evening it all happened, after I’d sat on Daisy’s front step for a few hours, I went home, rehearsing in my head what I was going to tell Mum. But when I got in I took one look at her asleep on the sofa, cuddling Jenna, and realised I couldn’t. Like she said at Christmas, if her own son slips her mind then how could Daisy stand a chance staying in there? Jenna needs all of her attention at the moment, and that
