Chapter 12
I forced myself to pick up the phone. ‘Hello?’ I croaked.
‘Is that Judi Westerholme?’ The voice wasn’t officious, it was soft and tentative.
‘Yes.’ I cleared my throat. ‘Yes, who’s this?’
‘It’s Geoff Donaldson.’ Pause. ‘Leigh’s father.’
‘Oh.’
‘I’m calling because, well, the mediation meeting is next Monday, and...’
‘Yes?’ I said stiffly. What did he want?
‘I don’t know why I’m calling, to be honest.’ He stopped talking and I could hear a woman in the background, then he said, ‘My wife didn’t want me to.’
‘So why...’
‘I wanted you to know we only want the best for Mia, and we know you’re doing a great job of looking after her.’
‘I am.’ Most of the time.
‘But we’re her grandparents, and now we’ve lost Leigh...’ The woman in the background sounded angry, like a buzzing
