
‘Go on,’ Kasey urged her, ‘open it.’ If anything, Kasey’s enthusiasm only made Heather more wary. Ever since they had woken up she had been acting strangely. She had complemented Heather’s outfit, made her a cup of coffee to wake her up, had allowed her to sit in her favourite armchair in the lounge – the one Kasey usually draped herself over like a sleepy cat – and even willingly