"Now's not a good time dad," Leo's voice woke me. I rolled over to sit up at the edge of the bed, to slip my feet into slippers from my space whilst a cozy dressing gown covered my shoulders.
Decent, I opened the door to see the hallway empty, the door was left open an inch, where on the other side Leo talked to a small group of men.
"Leo?" I opened the door and sleepily poked my head out.
"Hannah," Mr. Clark's confident, politician's voice came out. He wanted something.
"Oh, hello Mr. Clark," I smiled weakly, trying to act as feeble and weak as possible, which wasn't hard considering I felt like I had been run over by a truck.
At least I could breathe and talk with ease. Though I'd breathe a lot easier if I could be forgotten by all these hungry sharks.
"I was just wanting to congratulate you on the babe, Will told us all about her over breakfast."
