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manage to get through airport security quickly. I have not spoken another word to either of them, too scared of what I will say.
    The drive to the Ritz Carlton Hotel from the airport is not that long, forty minutes at most.
    Walking into the hotel you have to take a pause, the black and white marble that runs through the lobby with some gold detailing is simply beautiful, the spiral staircase that leads to the upper floors and the marble table that is positioned right in the middle with beautiful fresh flowers on top. The grandeur of such a place never gets old. We check in and make our way up to our suite on the eleventh floor.
    Opening the door to the suite I make may way further in and take a look out of the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the Kremlin and Red Square. The beautiful buildings that are inside the red walls are beautiful, from the palaces to the cathedrals, they are stunning in all of their majestic beauty.
    “I can see why you wanted to come home, Dad, it’s magnificent.” I realise that in my awe for my father’s homeland I have spoken to him, forgetting my anger for the briefest of moments. I turn to look at him; he has a tear in his eye as he stands beside me looking down at Moscow.
    “Your mother would have loved Russia, and after she passed I couldn’t face coming back home. I wanted her to stay here with me and make this her home, so I used the excuse that
    Damien’s father needed me to help him here, so that I didn’t have to leave.” His words slice me deep and I see the love that he has for my mother shining in his eyes.
    “You did what you thought was best, Dad.” I leave it at that and go into the bedroom, placing my bag down on the floor at the side of the bed. I look up to see Damien on the phone in the other room, no doubt talking to Faith, letting her know he has arrived safely and asking how Anya is.
    This is when I feel it the most. I want to be able to phone my wife and ask about Charlie and how her day has been, but most of all I want to grieve with her, to help us both get through the loss of Andrew. Without her I feel like a ticking bomb waiting for that moment when I explode.

 
     

    Cami
     
    The ringing phone wakes me as I stretch across to the bedside table to answer it. “Hello,” I whisper, my voice still quiet due to still being half asleep.
    “Camilla, it’s me.” And with that beautiful rugged voice I am instantly wide awake, not really prepared for what is about to happen.              
    “Why are you calling, Malcolm?” I look over to the clock, seeing that it is ten past three in the morning. “And at this time of the morning.”              
    “Sorry, I forgot about the time difference. I am just getting up.” Time difference? He is in London there is no difference, I think to myself. But before I can stop myself I am speaking to him again. “There is no difference from London to Scotland, Malcolm,” I say to him, not sure what I’m expecting him to say in reply.
    “I am not in London, Camilla, I’m in Moscow.” I drop the phone when I hear where he is, a barrage of questions assault my mind. Why the hell is he in Russia? That’s the question at the forefront of my mind. I quickly pick up the phone to hear him speaking again. Oh God, I have missed that voice, the way it rolls over my skin bringing my body out in goosebumps.
    “Why?” I question him. Then my mind starts wandering. What if he is in trouble and had to run? Oh God, what if one of his enemies knows where we are!?
    “Camilla, calm down, I can hear you hyperventilating over the phone. Nothing is wrong, it’s just business.” I know what your business entails, I think to myself. “Why did you ring Damien and not me?” His question hangs thick in the air and I take a moment to look to the cot at the side of the bed, I was feeling weak. I only asked Damien to tell him that Charlie had been at hospital, and before I knew it I broke down on the phone