Authors: Chris Higgins
I don’t know what he did after that, but I can guess.
He would have kept going forwards, scaling walls, jumping obstacles, dropping into hiding places. He’d have dived, vaulted, spun, flipped, climbed, straddled, rotated and pushed his way to freedom.
Jem just kept on running, without a backward glance, till he was gone.
He left me.
And you left me too.
Where are you, Livi?
Please answer me.