Cara nodded, and the look in her eyes was different now, sadder. It still looked like fear, but not for herself. For the friend standing in front of her, unravelling. The friend she’d known twice as long as she hadn’t. Friends who would die for each other, kill for each other, and Pip would be the first one to lean on that.
‘Where are we going?’ Naomi asked.
Pip exhaled and gave them a strained smile. She re-zipped her bag and threw it over her shoulders.
‘We’re going to McDonalds,’ she said.