Chapter 26
I entered the girl’s room. It was nice and colourful. Posters of boy bands on the wall, dolls neatly groomed all over the place.
I noticed that anything sharp, anything that could pierce skin, was missing. No scissors, no mechanical pencils. The edges of the desk and chair were trimmed round. The parents must have gone through everything in all the time Emma was bleeding herself.
I noted where she would place her hands. Everything was clean, but you can never really get blood off anything. A discolouration here, a stain there. Dried in the chair’s cloth seat.
I opened the books. They were from the school’s library, months delayed but I had a feeling no-one was trying to return them anyway. She had little sticky bookmarks with poppies on them, for easy reference on the blood
