Winnie suddenly understands what the twins mean about him being in his own head. She also suddenly understands why it’s so appealing, and never has Winnie been more aware of how much Jay has changed in the last four years. The thirteen-year-old boy she used to love is well and truly gone. And the twelve-year-old girl that she used to be—the girl who had put whipped cream on his nose and spiders in his backpack—she’s gone too.
