Lina's POV
The next day.
I hid in the bathroom to make a phone call, speaking in French.
"I think he's starting to open up," I said quietly.
"Perfect!" The voice on the other end was enthusiastic. "Then I suggest you strike while the iron's hot. Bring him here. Let's try treatment."
"The question is...Do you dare come to England?"
His tone shifted immediately, becoming grave.
My heart skipped two painful beats.
England. Where people I was grateful to lived. And where people I feared also remained.
I swallowed hard. "Is he... still in England?"
"Oh, of course. He's been keeping watch at the lakeside cottage this whole time."
"I..."
"If you're scared, wait another six months. My research won't yield results for at least that long anyway."
"I can't wai
