Thursday 01:40
It’s as though Mum can no longer hear me, so I ask her again.
“When did the policewoman come to the house, and what did she want?”
“Lots of times. Asking questions.”
“About what?”
She squeezes my hand and stares up at me.
“You.”
“Me?”
Tell a person they’re wrong and they’ll cover their ears. Tell a person they’re right and they’ll listen to you all day long.
“It’s okay, Mum. I believe you, but we have to get home now.”
She nods and we carry on walking, navigating a path through the woods. I drag her along as fast as I dare over a forest floor full of obstacles. Giant roots and fallen trees can be dangerous in the dark, but then so can Cat Jones. And I fear she’s still out here somewhere, hunting us down.
Every few steps I check my phone for a signal, hoping I can call Jack. But then I remember that Priya Patel is with him.
It’s impossible to know who to trust.