Raquel sat on the edge of the school roof. It was the highest building on the island, and built on a slight hill, so from here she could see for miles upon end, almost from one coast to the other, although it was a little smudged on the horizon. A storm was rolling in from the sea. It promised to be a big one.
She turned over the locket that Light had given her. It was loosely cupped in her hands.

Light had told her not to worry. What a waste of breath that had been. Of course Raquel was going to worry about her.

A phone call away, she had said. Well the number wasn’t working, it just went straight to voice mail, and that had started a week ago. No postcard either, saying sorry I broke the phone. It didn’t take a genius to work out that something, somewhere, had gone wrong.

And all Raquel could do was worry.

It was why she hated her sister so much. For just leaving her here, with nothing to do except worry about her. Even though she knew what Light was doing and why, and how it was good that she had a normal life to come back to. She hated worrying. And she hated her twin for making her worry all the time.