Lianas Pov
The air was thick with quiet tension as I sat beside Serena in the backseat of the car, her hands pressed together on her lap, her knuckles pale against her skin. Stanley was at the wheel his eyes focused on the road but his fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel.
The drive to the lawyer’s office felt longer than it should have, like the silence stretching between us was pulling time along with it. I kept glancing at Serena from time to time to make sure she was okay. She hadn’t said a word since we left the house.
She looked tired and disturbed and this stress didn't look like the kind of stress that came from lack of sleep, but the kind that clung to your bones and your heart. It was both emotional and mental. Her eyes were hollow, her shoulders drooped, and her li
