Erik breathed a sigh of relief when he levered Beatriz carefully down into her cot, and she finally stayed asleep.
Then he stood rubbing the back of his head, pondering what to do next.
He had no real idea what had caused the explosion. He knew Andreas had wanted the HRT, but he’d had a complete meltdown. Laughing and crying at the same time. He’d gone into the bathroom and torn up his sanitary pads. And that was hard, they weren’t exactly made of paper.
Then he’d locked the door, run a bath, and left Erik with the baby.
So Erik was pleased, but—a little out of his depth. Andreas had gotten what he’d wanted, but he’d also gone completely bonkers.
Slowly, Erik edged out of the room. Pausing at the bathroom door, he could hear the radio on low, but nothing else. The flickering of light
