Sophia
“Hi, this is Kelly at reception….”
I didn’t hear the rest; a strangled sob escaped my lips. The breath I had been holding came out in a shuddering rush.
Reception.
It was just reception calling up to tell us that the line had been fixed. There was no need to have a panic attack. No need to cry.
And yet that was exactly what I was doing. My hand clutched at my throat, my fingernails digging into my skin. I couldn’t seem to fill my lungs with air. I gasped.
The door to the hotel room shook as someone hammered on it.
It was all too much. So many things had happened in the last few days. And my nerves were frayed. I knew I was being silly, but I couldn’t help it. Sinking to my knees I sobbed. The phone falling from my hand forgotten.
“Sophia.” Frank’s voice was loud
