Page 54 of Dancing With Delusion

I frown. He’s never shown concern for anyone, especially not her. “Actually, that’s why I’m calling you. The phone number the hospital gave me for the facility she was taken to isn’t connecting.”

“I told you, they’ll be in touch when they have an update,” he snaps impatiently.

“I know what you said,” I mutter, trying to remain calm, “but I’d like an update now. She’ll think I’ve abandoned her.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he hisses. “This isn’t about you, Dmitry.” And instantly, I feel that guilt again. “Victoria won’t have even thought about you because she’ll be working on herself. They advise that loved ones wait to hear from them.”

“Where is this place?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. I’m usually one for research, but the matter was time-critical and my head was all over. I was happy my father took control, if I’m honest.

“I don’t have the details on me right now, Dmitry. I am up to my eyes in numbers with Vivian.”

I smirk. “Yes, she was struggling with the accounts.”

“Can we do this another time?”

“Don’t you want to meet up?” I ask, frowning, because he always hassles me when he’s here. Now, it seems he can’t wait to get me off the call.

“I’ll arrange it with you later.”

“Please have the details of the hospital sent over ASAP. I really do want to make contact.”

Marshall drives me to my next meeting, which is a half-hour out of the city. “Have you heard anything from the hospital?” he asks me, his tone light and airy.

“No.”

He glances at me through the rearview mirror. “It’s been four days.”

“I’m aware,” I say on a sigh.

“Surely, they should have been in contact. And if I know Tori . . .” He trails off when I glare at him. “Sorry, it’s just I think she would have called you by now. She will hate being away from you like this.”

He’s right, I know he is. Victoria would have caused such a fuss, they’d have no choice but to call me. “My father is sending me the details.”

“You don’t know where she is?” he asks, and I note the concern in his voice.

“Marshall, you’re stepping out of your box again,” I snap. “Victoria is perfectly fine, and she is being well looked after.”

“Okay,” he mutters. “One last question,” he adds, and I sigh heavily. “Who’s paying the fees?”

I hadn’t even thought about it, but now I do. I realise my father never even mentioned the fees or when they need paying. “You should concentrate on driving, Marshall.”

I’m stepping out the car when my phone rings. I snatch it from my pocket and press it to my ear, not recognising the number.

“Mr. Volkov?”

“Speaking.”

“It’s Harriet Steele.”

I stop walking. “Harriet.”

“I wanted to give you an update on Victoria.”

“You’ve seen her?”

She laughs. “I am her therapist, Mr. Volkov.”

“Of course,” I mutter. “Is she okay? Are they treating her well?”

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