Chapter 48

“Anton?”

He looked up guiltily, and switched his phone off at the eye-roll that Ellen offered him from the doorway to her consultation room.

“I’ve never seen you so glued to that phone before,” she said, waving him in with a smile. “Having a row-by-text with your dad?”

“No,” Anton said. “Um, Jude.”

“And who’s Jude when he’s at home?”