Ira Chatterjee Chapter 1: The Summer Arrival The train pulled into Windmere Station with a long metallic sigh, as if reluctant to stop in a town so still it barely seemed to breathe. Sophie McAllister pressed her nose to the smudged glass of the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the place she’d be calling home for the next eight weeks. All she saw were pine trees, cloaked in mist, standing like silent watchers on the hills. She didn’t want to be here. Not in this forgotten town with no cinemas, no internet, and certainly no friends. London was…