ADRIAN sighed deeply as the line went dead in his ear. For a few seconds he remained still, the phone pressed against his temple as though willing the call to reconnect. Amelia had hung up on him. Just like that. Calm, decisive and unmoved. The decision had been made. Hazel would be moving to the boarding section of her school, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He lowered the phone slowly and placed it on his desk.
‘Hazel, I’m sorry,’ he thought.
He leaned back in his leather chair, exhaling through his nose before straightening up again. Work. He needed to drown himself in work. It was the only thing that did not argue back.
He pulled a document closer and began scribbling on it, his pen moving faster than usual, almost aggressively. Figures, corrections, side notes. He bare
