‘There was someone here. A woman called Kensa,’ she said, struggling to breathe and talk. Damn, thought Willis. They should have insisted she stay away from Lauren. ‘What did she want?’ ‘She says she’s seen Samuel in her dreams. She was talking, repeating what she’d heard, and it sounded just like him. Even her expression; the face she made – it was just like him. The way she said “Mommy, Mommy” – like Samuel says it.’ Lauren looked up, still on her knees. She closed her eyes as she swayed and hugged herself. Willis got down to help her up. ‘Come on, Lauren, we need to talk about this. Come and sit down.’ Willis led her through to the kitchen and sat opposite her at the table. ‘Tell me what happened.’ Willis listened and waited for Lauren to finish. Her eyes were so full of hope and her hands were shaking as they held her mug of tea. ‘I know who Kensa is – Carter and I met her last evening,’ Willis said. ‘Who is she?’ ‘She lives in a caravan in the fields above town.
