CHAPTER NINE
The sound of my mobile phone ringing woke me up. Diving out of bed, I tried to follow the sound of the jingle before it rang off. I soon found it, hiding under a cushion, in the lounge.
'Hello?'
'Katie, sweetie is that you?' asked a distant voice.
'Mum! Oh my god – how weird. Just last night I was thinking about you. I really wanted to…'
'Listen, darling. What is it? What’s wrong?' she asked, without giving me the opportunity to answer. 'I just knew something was wrong. I felt it last night. Well, okay, it wasn’t me that felt it but an African witch doctor told me you needed me.'
Temporarily lost for words, I was shocked how a strange person in Africa could possibly know I needed my mum.
'Are you alright, sweetie? You’re not hurt or injured are you? Do you need money or
