IT IS RAINING HEAVILY OUTSIDE.
It is a miserable evening when the dreaded phone call comes. Josh has been expecting it. He has been on phone vigil for days, keeping in touch with Mrs. Senna. But the news still hits him like a tonne of bricks.
Pippa feels something in her bones, a chill she can’t explain. Yes, it is cold and rainy outside, but this is different. Her cell phone vibrates on her nightstand. She checks the caller: Goofy.
She instinctively knows before she answers that Abigail is gone. His anguished moan frightens her. It is guttural, wounded and heartbroken.
‘Pips,’ he cries.
She doesn’t wait for him to say anymore. ‘I’m coming.’
She dresses in a hurry and gets to his place in ten minutes. She finds him in a foetal position on his bed, clutching his pillow. She doesn’t kn
