I burst through the doors and the cold air hit me. Almost immediately,, Don's driver arrives.
Wow, earlier than expected. Note the sarcasm.
I open the door and enter.
"Good day, ma'am."
The driver greets me, and I nod. He doesn't tell me why he arrived late, and this is better because I am in no mood to listen.
I send a text to the group chat, telling them I am almost home.
Willow:
Why so late?
Dash:
Exactly.
Me:
Shit happens.
I type and I go offline. The drive takes about fifteen minutes.
Immediately, I enter our room. Mine and Dons. The telephone rings; it has to be Don because he is the only one who knows the number.
"Hello."
"Nala...." He sighs, and I knew something is wrong.
"What's going on?"I ask as I sit at the edge of the bed.
