Fiona’s POV

My phone kept ringing in my bag which had probably been flung to one side. I can imagine what could be going on in my dad’s mind if he didn’t see me in my room.

Everywhere was still dark and silent, I could feel a presence with me, quiet and still. I couldn’t even think straight, I just knew I was waiting to meet my doom so I could at least join mum wherever she is.

My phone stopped ringing, then the person dialed a number. The phone was answered on the third ring.

My ...