She placed her hands on her face. ‘No, not really. I think I’m hurting inside, though. Everything has been such a shock and it’s playing with my mind.’

He patted her knee. ‘Once Mike gets home, we’ll sort out how to find your sister. Does she look like you?’

Poppy nodded. ‘Yeah. We’re not identical twins but we do look alike.’

Liam smiled, and his eyes lit up. ‘Blimey, two lookers in the family then.’

Poppy blushed. ‘Well, I don’t know about that.’

Liam looked at Poppy with a sorrowful expression. He wished he could have a girlfriend like her, but he knew she was way out of his league.

Arty was still trying to call his dad. ‘I can’t get hold of me dad. And Mike’s not answering either and neither is your ol’ man. They must be busy.’ He sighed as he sat in the chair opposite. ‘Have you no way of contacting your sister?’

Poppy suddenly had a thought. She looked at him excitedly. ‘Facebook! Are you on Facebook?’

Liam chuckled. ‘Who isn’t? Arty’s got more mates than David Beckham.’

‘Look up Brooke Mullins, then.’

Arty stopped what he was doing and looked over to Liam and Poppy. It was a great idea of Poppy’s. He’d wished he’d thought of that. He was always into social media. He stared at his screen and scrolled through lists of names. There were quite a few, but one photo that made him stop was of a blonde girl who looked a lot like Poppy. He showed the screen to Poppy. ‘Is that Brooke?’

Poppy peered at the screen and smiled. ‘Yeah. Can you message her?’

Arty was like greased lightning with his thumbs. ‘Right. I’ve just said, Call me. Urgent. Is there anything else I should add?’

Poppy gave this some thought. ‘My sister’s not right at the moment. She’s very wary now of people she doesn’t know. You’ll need to get her onside, otherwise she’ll ignore the message. Say to her this: Secret Squirrel here. She’ll know it’s me, then.’

‘Right, that’s sent.’

A few minutes later, Arty saw a message appear on his Facebook page. He stared at the screen. ‘She’s seen it,’ he announced excitedly.

Poppy held her breath. ‘Oh God, I hope she’s okay.’

Liam cheekily patted her knee again. ‘She’ll be fine. Stay calm. We’ll get to her.’

At once, his words seemed to soothe her mind like a hot drink of cocoa.

Arty was glued to his phone. ‘She’s typing a message.’ They all held their breath and waited.

‘She said she will call my number.’

Poppy leaned forward. ‘Oh, come on, Brooke, please let it be you.’

She was about to find out. His phone rang, and, like a shot, he answered it and handed his mobile to Poppy.

‘Brooke?’