Chapter 9
The phone’s shrill ring slices through the tranquillity of your Erindale home, an unwelcome intruder in the leafy Adelaide suburb. You glance at the caller ID—Brett. Odd for him to call this time of day; he’s usually buried in consultations or crafting strategies for corporate bigwigs. ‘Lauren, love,’ Brett’s voice is a taut string ready to snap, ‘It’s Rachel. She’s… she’s sick. Really sick.’ Your […]