I just finished showering when my phone rings somewhere. I tense. No one calls me, ever. No point in calling someone over the phone when they can’t speak. I run out from the bathroom, rush to the living room, and start looking for my phone. Just as I find it under the throw pillow on the couch, it stops ringing so I check the missed calls and see Allegra’s number. Something must have happened if she was calling me. I return the call as I walk back into the bedroom to put some clothes on.
“Bianca,” she says the moment the call connects. “I need you to come here right away. Hurry. It’s Milene.”
The line goes dead, and a feeling of dread collects in my stomach. What happened to Milene? Why didn’t she tell me anything?
I try calling her again, but she doesn’t answer, so I throw on the fi
