I sniffled quietly, blowing my nose into another wad of tissue as I curled further into myself on Lena's lap, as the bed squeaked faintly.

“It's alright, Rosie.” Lena cooed, patting my back gently.

“I'm so tired, Lee.” I croaked.

“Shh… I'm here. You're okay now,” she muttered softly.

Footsteps echoed from behind us, Lena turned to Samuel.

“What is it?”

He handed her phone to her.

She frowned softly but lifted it to her ear.

“Hello.”

A sharp cough left my lips, burning my chest in the process.

“Mr Gareth.”

I sat up immediately, Lena glanced at me.

“Yeah… she's here.”

‘What does he want?’ I mouthed.

“Uh… sure…...