Indigo had been expecting the request, but she didn’t want to go to Kalgoorlie and it certainly wasn’t home. Going back was more of a duty than fun. Emma would want to go out to celebrate being eighteen and able to drink, legally. She closed her eyes. Could she afford it? She knew exactly much she had in her savings account and how much she needed to cover the operation and her time off. She wouldn’t be able to work at the gym or the bar for several weeks. It would’ve been cheaper to go overseas but she’d heard too many horror stories. Her health and body were too important to her and her work. By the time her birthday rolled around she’d be a sexy C cup instead of a don’t-look-twice A. Going back to Kalgoorlie wasn’t part of her plan. That would mean time off work and a train fare, unless she wanted to drive—which she didn’t. Emma took her silence as the reluctance it was. ‘Pleeeease. I miss you. We all do.’ Emma was now officially begging. ‘We can go clubbing and hit the bars.