It’s not something anyone would expect to lose; ever! So how could Jacob have been prepared for the day when his vanished?
And is vanished the most appropriate word? Had Jacob been his careless self, and simply misplaced it? Or had someone, or perhaps worse still, some thing waited until he’d slept and then STOLEN it?
His mind buzzed with a score of difficult questions, none of which he had any answers to. And on the way to the Academy that morning, he was unusually quiet; deep in thought.
‘Cat got your tongue?’ asked Rebecca.
Her satchel of books thundered against Jacob’s hip as she tried to match his stride. Ouch!
Had she noticed? Jacob flicked a glace across at friend’s face but Rebecca’s pretty features were unreadable.
It didn’t matter. This wasn’t something he couldn’t hide from her. After all, she was probably the only person in the world who could help him find his missing shadow…