Read me, it says on the note lying on the pavement. Elisa’s mother would tell her to leave rubbish alone, but it looks clean.
‘Thank you, Elisa, for not ignoring me. You will not regret picking me up.’
There’s something strange about the writing – each word only seems to be there as she looks at it. And how did the note know her name?
This shimmering writing. Elisa remembers the bedtime stories her mother read to her did this. But the mother she remembers now is not the woman she lives with.
Elisa remembers her real mother, the faerie princess.