"I'm sorry." Sabine had been in London for weeks, and they could email and Skype whenever they wanted. Hop on a train and be there in a few hours. Or, in an instant, if Illyana or Clarice helped. Emma hadn't really been here long enough for it to really feel how separated she was now from her cousin, who'd been guardian, sister, best friend for so long.

"Sabine's four years older than me too."