"Serena?"
I exhaled in relief when I saw her on the sofa, watching TV.
"Serena, what's wrong? Why didn't you call me? I told you to call me if you feel unwell."
I moved closer, but she didn't let me hug her. I looked at her in disbelief.
"What's wrong?"
I asked her. She took the remote and turned the TV off, then she took a deep breath.
"How was your day?"
I didn't understand. Her voice was sad, and I could see she was crying.
"Serena, please tell me what is wrong."
"I asked you a question. What happened today in your office?"
Okay, I've got it. At that moment I could kill Darla."
"How do you know about that?"
She shook her head.
"It doesn't matter, I want to hear that from you."
I sighed.
"She started calling me a few days ago, she wanted to meet me, but I refused. Thi
