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Evony waited for a few seconds as the phone went dead. Then a familiar tone sounded, meaning she was being put through.

"Mr Nixon speaking. How can I help you, Miss Harrington?" The sound of Ryan's voice made Evony feel sick to her stomach and she dragged in a deep breath as she tried to force the memory of him, his heavy body pressing down against her as he raped her less than twelve hours ago. His formal tone made it all the more unnerving. But she should be use to it by now. He would never speak to her truthfully on the phone or by text or email, believing anyone could be looking in on them and may reveal his secret.

"Mr Nixon," Evony greeted him, ignoring her own thoughts to address the real reason she'd called. "My band have just landed in Heathrow Airport in London. Upon arrival, we discovered a number of items had been left behind when the plane stopped over in Miami. It's essential we get them quickly as they contain instruments needed for tomorrow night's gig. We can't afford for the airport's usual waiting times for lost luggage and I need you to ensure we receive it in a timely fashion," she said, her voice businesslike and polite.

"I will make a call to the airline personally to make certain your missing luggage will be leaving Miami straight away," he responded sharply.

"I appreciate that, Mr Nixon," Evony said blankly. There was nothing she wanted more than to ask after her son. She wanted desperately to hear that he was sleeping and he was happy. But she couldn't say a word. She knew it would be a long time before she got to hold him again. And even then, it wouldn't be for long.

"Goodbye, Miss Harrington. Send the band my best wishes for their European tour," Ryan told her before hanging up.

Evony replaced the phone in her pocket, staring straight ahead, dazed.