IX. John"Cath, are you home?" I say, my voice sounding as shaky as I feel.
Please, please be home!
I knock again, louder this time and then rest my head against the door. There's no sign of movement inside. Complete silence.
Dialling her number again, I hope and pray that this time she answers. My heart is pounding my throat and I'm certain I won't be able to get a word out if she does pick up. I hear the faint sound of her phone through the door. She doesn't answer.
I try hitting my fist against the door once more. As if hoping and wishing hard enough could make her magically appear in front of me.
"Please, if you're home, let me in."
The only response I get is from the flat next door, a raspy female voice yells at me to piss off as I'm clearly wasting my time. Indeed. I expect that
