Prologue The eyes look at her and Demi laughs. She turns to the child next to her, the one she has played with all week, but the boy is not there. Nor is the girl who is looking after them, nor are the other children. She is alone with the butterfly and the sunshine. . […]
The best thing about being a writer, is being able to make up my own world and when I don’t like that world, I can leave it and create another, or just change it.