The ringing of my phone jolted me awake, and I quickly grabbed it, my heart racing with the hope that it was Ivan calling. But to my surprise, the screen displayed Emma’s name.

I answered, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello,” I mumbled, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

Emma’s voice was calm, but I could sense a hint of urgency behind her words. “V, how are you? How’s Kelly?”

“We’re okay. Kelly’s been unwell, but the doctor says she’s recovering,” I replied, glancing at my sleeping daughter.

“Thank God for that,” Emma said, sounding relieved. Then, her tone shifted slightly. “Are you having issues with...