Adrian

  “Mum, I’m not a kid,” “No, I’m fine,”

  I peeled my eyes open slowly. Astrid was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me and her phone pressed against her ear. She scratched her hair and groaned.

  “Jesus.” She pulled her phone away from her ear and stared down at it before returning it to her ear. “It’s 4:29 am. It’s too early,” she muttered and then fell silent.

  I watched her without interrupting. She was talking ...