"Why is this happening to my friend?" Trinity sighed.
Trinity was busy managing her restaurant when she received a call from Astrid's mother, informing her that Astrid had been rushed to the hospital. The call was brief and frantic, offering no details. Trinity wanted to ask what had happened, but the call ended abruptly.
She had lost count of how many times Astrid had been taken to the hospital this month.
Trinity removed her apron and left the kitchen. She searched for Julia, her trusted colleague.
"Julia, please take charge of the restaurant. I need to go somewhere," she told the chef she relied on.
Leaving her tasks behind, Trinity headed towards the parking lot, moving quickly. Fortunately, the parking area was small, so she easily found her car. She got in and started the engine
