Chapter Forty-ThreeDaisy wasn’t at school yesterday. I texted her a thousand times, only getting one response at about midday: ‘I’m fine. Not coming in. Still need space.’ Callum tried to call her too, but she ignored him. I have a feeling another big romantic Jenna-inspired gesture is on the cards. I need to do something at least, even if it isn’t as cheesy as that. Do I have time to go and grab a box of chocolates from the shop or something? I glance at the clock. No, she’s due here in ten minutes.
‘Are you done?’ Mum grabs my cereal and juice before I can answer. I stop myself from saying ‘No’; she’s scraped all my cornflakes into the bin now, anyway, so fat lot of use it would do. Things have been tense between us since the argument. Very tense. Normally by now she’s back to acting as
