I go back to my place and sit on the couch, taking out a bottle of wine from the kitchen. What the f**k did I just see? It can’t be. She won’t do any of this. I mean, I must be overthinking, right? This can’t be possible.
I guess there was only one way to find out.
I take out my phone from my pocket and search for Mrs Polinski, Nat’s mother.
I dial her number, and I place the phone on my ear.
The ring tones, and after a few seconds, Nat's mother picks up.
“Hello?”
“Mrs Polinski, Hi. How are you?”
“Oh, Angelica? What a surprise! How are you, dear?”
“I’m fine. You know the usual, working, coming back and working again.”
“Haha, that’s how life is, my dear.”
“Well, I just wanted to ask if you were okay. Nat told me you weren’t feeling that well.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard next
