Serena’s POV
The ride home felt longer than usual. My driver kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, probably wondering why I was so quiet, but I couldn’t find the strength to put up a facade. The sales numbers, the crushing revelation about Killian’s new product, it all weighed me down like wet sand tied to my ankles. By the time we got home, and pulled into the driveway, I felt like my lungs couldn’t draw in enough air.
“Goodnight, ma'am.” The driver said to me, but there was no strength to respond.
Well, he should understand that I didn't look okay.
I pushed the front door open and slipped inside, expecting the familiar silence of the house. But instead, it wasn't what I expected as I could already feel that someone was in the living room, and it wasn't the maid.
I walked
