CHAPTER 6
Meg finally opened her eyes and looked around the room.
‘We’re still here,’ El said.
‘It might take some time, I suppose.’ Meg crossed the room to watch Callie adding a honey-coloured mutt to the scene painted on the sheet. The dog sat outside the studio, her ears pricked and her expression hopeful.
‘That’s probably where Honey is right now. Still waiting for us,’ El said sadly.
‘That’s very good.’ Meg tipped her head to one side, assessing the painting. ‘You really should think of becoming an artist after you leave school.’
‘Like our mother?’ El exchanged glances with her twin. ‘Dad won’t even let Callie take art classes.’
‘There are other things you can do as an artist,’ Callie said.
‘Like what?’ Meg asked.
‘I —’ Callie swivelled around as a loud groan was followed by
