Chapter SeventeenIt’s Monday morning and the party seems weeks ago already. So does my betrayal of Daisy.
I tell myself it’s no biggie: Callum says he won’t tell. I’m sure I only told him for some advice or something, anyway; I wouldn’t just spill a friend’s secret over nothing. Would I? I stare down at my glass of orange juice, the kitchen light so bright I can sort of see my face reflected in it.
Who am I, really? Who was I before I became the kid with the dying sister? I was happier. I was less stressed. I slept better, that’s for sure. And I feel like I was definitely a better friend. But can I really blame Jenna’s cancer for that?
‘Hurry up, Daisy will be here in a minute.’ Mum starts tidying the dishes.
‘Yeah. Sorry.’ I gulp down the bright liquid, wincing at the lumps of orange
