I was ripped out of a pleasant oblivion in an instant. My eyes flew open, and I bolted upright in bed. There was loud, chaotic noise outside the door—a heated argument. Someone overly emotional was trying to force their way past a nurse.
On the bedside table stood fruit, juice, a brand-new charger, and a note.
“Call me in the morning.”
A phone number was written underneath. I slipped the note into my bag and reached for my dead phone. At that exact moment, the door burst open—and a tornado in the form of the Abramov brothers stormed into the room. I froze, stuck in place.
“Vera,” Max said as he sat on the bed and pulled me into a tight hug. “How are you? We’ve been looking for you for three days.”
“Why?” I asked stupidly.
“What do you mean, why?” he replied. “I nearly lost my mind wh
