Charlie
What in the world was wrong with Serena.
I was reading her text for the third time when Frank caught up with me in the parking lot, slightly out of breath, his jacket was open and his keys were jangling in his hand.
"Bro, we have to talk," he called out, falling into step beside me.
"Not now Frank," I muttered, my eyes were still on the screen.
"Would not be home tonight. Love, wifey." I read it again and felt something between relief and suspicion because with Serena those two things were rarely far apart.
"Serena is crazy," I announced, not entirely to Frank, "Serena is damn crazy."
Frank slowed. "What is the matter?"
"Nothing," I replied, shoving the phone into my pocket, "I am just tired, what does she even mean she will not be home tonight, where the hell is she going?
