“Dahlia!” The loud, rusty voice called. 

Knowing who it was, my heart skipped for a second but then I remembered my rent wasn’t due until next two days. 

So why was my landlady calling me? I went out to answer. “Yes, Mrs Gregory?”

“You have a call.” She pointed to the telephone in her hand. 

It was, undoubtedly, Haven’s school. I’d begged Mrs Gregory to use her telephone so the school could get in touch with me in case of emergencies. It was part of their requirement before Haven was allowed to register into the school.

“Hello.” I put the phone to my ear, wondering what had happened.

“Hello, Miss...