6. Mum's POV
I can't do this anymore. I just can't. As I watch her sleeping, I will myself to call them, tell them the truth. She looks so peaceful, so peaceful that I almost believe my own lies, my own version of 'the truth'. But I have to stop pretending this is just a game. I have to stop pretending that this is the best for me. Or for anyone.
I let tears stain my cheeks as I pick up the phone, dialling the number. Finally, I'm doing the right thing, although it doesn't feel like it. As I watch my dear daughter sleeping, I'm anxious; scared; more frightened than ever. Not because we're at risk, but because I know that for the second time in my life I'm losing someone I love. And it's heart-breaking. I want to rip myself apart and just disappear into nothing.
But I can't.
Not this time.
The slow, murmur of the ring is constant in my ear whilst I'm thinking, staring, taking in the essence of Mia. Sydney. Perhaps the last I'll ever see of her.
Eventually a voice fills my ear.
"Hello. How can I help you?"