Marie was listless. Hanging limp.

Carly faltered. Her head urging her to move, her body crying out for a rest, and her heart? Her heart wanted to bound back towards the twins and reassure them it would be okay, but that was a lie.

Even then she knew that none of them would ever be the same again.

Think.

The men had disappeared in the building. In seconds they would realize she was gone. They’d know she hadn’t got far with her wrists and hands still tied. They’d expect her still to be blindfolded.

Carly had to move, but where should she go?

Her eyes scanned the area. There was a tank decorated with purple, pink and yellow spray-painted flowers, its gun pointing to the ground as though it was hanging its head in shame. Giving up hope. A water tower rose towards the sky. To her right was a larger building, ivy desperately clinging on to the crumbling stone columns that flanked its entrance. A sign that once hung straight and proud – NORCROFT ARMY CAMP – dangled vertically from a single rusted chain. She knew where she was now. An abandoned military training ground a few miles from town. She remembered Mr Webster, her teacher, projecting photos from his laptop onto the whiteboard of how the base used to look before it crumbled to dust while waiting for planning permission for a housing estate that never seemed to come.

Once during a sleepover at Nicola Morgan’s house her brother had shone a torch under his chin and told the terrified girls how he’d broken in one evening with his friends. He said they had seen with their own eyes the wailing, bloodied officers – soldiers missing limbs – who haunted the camp. It wasn’t until Leanne Patterson started crying that he backtracked and admitted that once you’d made it past the high, barbed-wire fences there was actually nothing worth coming back for.

No reason for anyone to come.

Carly drank in the sight of the small concrete building opposite, noting that the windowless and doorless structure looked like a face with empty eye sockets and a mouth eternally screaming. She saw how a beam of sunlight bouncing off the steel gate in the distance glowed fiery orange. She heard two birds chirping a conversation only they could understand, like Leah and Marie’s twin language.

Inconsequential details.

It wasn’t until Carly felt a hand on her shoulder, warm breath on her neck, that she realized she had lingered too long.

She hadn’t escaped.

She wondered if subconsciously she hadn’t wanted to.

The man lifted Carly from her feet, gently this time, none of the frenzied grabbing and pulling there had been before and she let him carry her back to her sisters, watching the rise and fall of his Dr. Martens boots as he walked.

This time, after placing her on the stained double mattress, he knelt next to her on the filthy floor and began to unpick the knots that bound her wrists.