S. SAILLE: WILLOW
This window has a crack. There’s a draft, very faint, coming from outside. Maybe if I can break the glass I can get some sort of message out.
The bird is in a cage. Like me. I hate that.
I won’t eat anything.
All I can see is forest. The castle is in the middle. He calls it a caer.
I wonder if Mum and Dad and Mac are devastated without me.
I wonder if Rob’s sorry now.