I’m about to blow more bubbles for Karolina when he pokes his head in the room. “Teddy, come.” Heart in my throat, I leave the bubbles on the bedside table. “No,” Karolina cries. “We’ll be just outside the door, honey.” Ducking into the hallway, I stop, eyes wide. Elin Ågren is standing next to Henrik. She looks as severe as ever.
