‘Yep,’ I say, raising my left leg and drying between my toes.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘Maybe later?’ I start on my right foot. ‘If that’s okay.’ I don’t have the energy to go into it all. Not ready to explain.

‘Sure.’

‘How did you find me, by the way?’

‘The platypus.’

‘What?’ I laugh. ‘What platypus?’

‘The one you sent to Lucy. The message was marked with your location.’

‘Really? I didn’t see that.’ I return the towel to my lap, concentrating now.

‘Yeah, you have to go to your privacy settings to turn it off.’

‘Wow.’

‘I know.’

‘But …’ I bite my lip, pondering. ‘I sent it to Lucy, not you, no offence.’

‘Your message freaked me out, Sky. Seriously. You can’t just send someone a message like that. And I tried calling you as soon as I saw it, like a million times, and your phone wasn’t even on.’

‘Battery ran out.’

‘So I called Lucy to see if she’d heard from you. And she said she’d only got this picture. So I went to her place—’

‘With your mum?’

‘No, she was working, so I borrowed the neighbour’s car and—’

‘But you don’t have your full licence yet.’

‘They don’t know that. Anyway—’

Something doesn’t make sense and I butt in again. ‘But if you saw the picture was from the truck stop, how did you know where I went next?’

‘Well, I was sitting with Lucy and her dad and trying to figure it out. We assumed you must have taken a bus rather than hitchhiking. You’re not stupid enough to do that again—’

‘Thanks a lot,’ I interrupt.

‘You deserve it. I mean, seriously. Anyway, we found the bus schedule online for that area and when we saw the last bus was heading south, we figured you must be on it.’

Unbelievable. ‘But how did you know where I got off?’

‘Obviously you were going to the closest stop to the festival, the last stop.’

‘But how did you know where the festival was?’

‘The website? The address on the festival website?’ he says, confused.

‘Oh.’ They have a website. Embarrassing. ‘Thanks, Oliver,’ I say. ‘Really.’

And I mean it. Without him, who knows what would have happened to me? On my account, he broke the law and could have gotten into huge trouble. And Paula missed her doctor’s appointment, and I know how nervous she is about her pregnancy. I made a lot of people worried, good people who I care about, and I have a lot more apologising to do.

I get dressed. When I come out, Melody’s waiting for me, shivering slightly, with an extra towel for my wet hair and a spare beanie. The opposite of selfish.

‘Come see the circle,’ she says. ‘If you feel like it, we can stay; if not, we’ll go somewhere else.’