Olivier was exhausted. Every single fibre of his body ached and as he stood in the huge window overlooking the Manhattan night sky, all he wanted was to go home. “Home,” he thought with a twist of his lips. Home would be wherever Bobbie and the kids were. He missed them. He’d known of them exactly one week now and he ached with the need to be with them.
It was nearly eleven now, ten back in Dallas and he wished with all his heart the kids had agreed to talk to him when he’d texted Bobbie around seven. She had said they were busy playing with a friend and didn’t want to come in. He had asked for a photo of them, but she’d ignored his request, not that he could blame her.
He’d had at least twenty calls since earlier in the day from his father who was worried about his mother. Apparently, s
