I turn on her bedside lamp and close the door behind me. I pull back her doona cover and lie down on her bed. She would be pissed off about me invading her space, I’m sure. But she is gone, completely and utterly not here. The sheets haven’t been changed since the last time she slept in them – Mum wouldn’t let Nanna in here and I think Nanna was too scared of her smashing more stuff if she pushed her. On the floor under Katie’s bedside table is her laptop in its case. I lean over and pick it up. I prop her cushions up behind me and set the computer on my lap. I plug the power adaptor into the wall socket by the table. The top of the case has a fine layer of dust over it. I open it and push the start-up key. It takes a few moments before the screen lights up and the laptop plays three chords, heralding its return to consciousness. I open her browser, click on the history tab and unfurl the list of websites she last visited. There are several fashion blogs, Facebook, Twitter, more fashion blogs and several university sites.
