I stepped through the doors of the packhouse. Harley had not left my mind since I left the hospital, but I knew I must focus my mind, ready to speak to my Dad. I walked down the empty corridors my stomach already churning at the conversation I knew lay ahead. I turned down the corridor to my left which leads to where the offices are. Strangely, despite the time of day, there are very few people within the packhouse.
Just as I am walking down the corridor, my phone rings, and I quickly take it out of my pocket. “Hello?” I answer quickly, not recognizing the number and suddenly panicking, thinking it could be something to do with Harley, despite the fact that, logically, I know anyone linked to Harley is within pack and would mindlink me if they needed to contact me.
“Bailey?” the voice
