Chapter 40
The vibration woke Emma from a deep, groggy sleep, starting and stopping and then beginning again. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and imagined the bus parking outside would eventually leave, so she could pitch back into sleep again, but it wasn’t to be.
“Hello.” Nicky’s voice brought her to the surface and she sat up, rubbing her eyes and lurching for her son. He put one finger in his ear and hopped off the bed, standing in the far corner of the room out of reach. “This is Nikolai Andreyev,” he said. “Who’s this?”
With an expletive not fit for childish ears, Emma held her hand out for Rohan’s phone, the scowl on her face brooking no disobedience. With great reluctance, Nicky slapped it into her palm and flopped across the bottom of the bed, burying his tired face in Farrell
