CHAPTER 2
‘But?’ El c****d her head, waiting for an answer. Callie stayed silent.
‘But maybe we can do something about that?’ With a grin, El snatched up the stylus and sketched a lopsided square next to the figure in the tower.
‘What are you doing?’ Callie brushed her hand away and hurriedly deleted the drawing.
‘Giving her an iPhone. Download it properly and give her some music so she can have a party.’ El giggled. ‘She’ll also need some mates to keep her company.’
Callie’s hands clenched into fists. ‘She’s supposed to be alone,’ she said through gritted teeth.
‘Where does it say that?’ Meg picked up one of the books that lay in a pile on the workstation, and checked out the illustration beside the poem. ‘Actually, she looks absolutely miserable,’ she observed.
‘Put us in with you
