Cynthia’s POV
After spending time with Makena, I was sure we would be closer. There was a barrier between us, but that run-in with that guy, I know it had something to do with him. I sent a message to Serena [When you’re free we should hang out. You, me, and Makena.] I was unaware of the predicament they were in. Serena usually responded quickly, but by then I decided to call my mother. It had been a few weeks since we last spoke. “What do you want?”
“Well, hello to you too, mom.”
She grunted. “Why haven’t you called?”
“I’ve been busy with work. Are you really that mad?”
She huffed. I could practically see her sully face. “You are my only daughter. So of course, I'm upset.”
“Stan still hasn’t called you?”
“Humph. You know he doesn’t care whether I live or die. Why would you even ask
