Fiona Holm loved people. “She’d be talking to everyone,” her daughter Savannah says, laughing about what would happen when her mum came on to the ward where she gets her sickle cell treatment. “I’ll tell her, ‘Can you sit down next to me?’ And she’ll be like, ‘All right, I’m just going to go speak to my mate.’ And I’m like, ‘Who is your mate? You don’t know no one in here!’ She’d be asking everyone, ‘Are you OK, are you warm? Your eyes are really yellow – have you been taking your medicine?’”
There’s a pause. Savannah is clearly wishing she could have her mum back on the ward with her. She is supposed to go to the hospital every three months for her treatment. But since Fiona went missing a year and a half ago, she’s barely been able to muster up the energy to go. Her health is suffering.
