Chapter 6Anders came back about twenty minutes later. By that point I’d managed to go through every possible—and impossible—scenario in my mind.
“Nothing.” There was an edge of panic in his voice. My husband did not panic—he never panicked—I don’t think I’ve ever seen him panicky. He was my safe haven, the solid rock I’d built my entire foundation on.
“What?” I couldn’t keep my voice from breaking.
“Shh.” Anders wrapped his arms around me and Maja, holding us tight.
“What do we do now?”
“Try to stay calm.” He gave me a wobbly smile. “You call the police.” He took Maja from my arms—I hesitated before letting go of her. “Tell them where we are, and what’s happened.”
I dialled 112 with shaking fingers, telling the all-too-calm lady on the other end where we were, and what had happened.
