JOSHUA DIALS ABIGAIL’S NUMBER, expecting his call to go to voicemail. But after five rings someone answers. Male, not that it matters in the least.
‘Who’s calling, please?’
‘Josh.’
He hears him ask Abigail if she wants to take the call.
‘Hi, Josh.’
He is instantly concerned. She sounds alarmingly tired and weak, her voice barely a whisper.
‘Abi, are you okay?’ Deafening silence follows at the other end. ‘Abi, talk to me.’
‘I’m good,’ she lies.
Something tells him no, she is not okay. But over the phone isn’t where you discuss deep-seated personal issues, so he makes a snap decision to go see her at Byron Bay.
‘Abigail, I’m coming. Expect me tonight.’
He hangs up before she could say anything more. His cell phone rings. It’s her trying to get back to him. He answers and says with
