I jolted upright with a screech. My Mum was in front of me, still in her jammies. I blinked trying to get to grips with the situation. It was still pitch-black outside, I frowned.
What the hell was happening?
“Mum.” I whispered careful not to wake Nick. “What’s wrong?”
I clicked my phone lighting up her face slightly, she had been crying. I watched as she shook her head taking my hand and leading me out the room. I stood in the hall, in the muted light looking at her, waiting for her to speak. My heart felt heavier than it ever had.
“Is it Dad?” I asked desperately.
She shook her head to tell me it wasn’t, opening her mouth several times but no words seemed to come out. Taking a deep breath, she looked at me. That look had an unsettling chill run down my spine.
“No, it’s May, she
