Serena's POV~
The call ended, and I just sat there, staring at the phone like it might still speak. My chest felt tight, too tight, like something was pressing against my ribs from the inside. For a moment, I didn't even breathe.
Then I laughed... softly. It sounded more like a sigh. "I'm waiting for you here... Mother," I whispered, dragging the last word out until it almost hurt.
It tasted strange in my mouth. The word mother.
The phone slipped from my hand and hit the bed with a dull thud. I stood there, staring at it like it had just insulted me. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye next... wet hair, flushed cheeks, eyes that couldn't decide whether to cry or scream. I hated what I saw.
I grabbed the towel, wiping my hair hard, as if I could scrub off the feelings clinging to me. My pulse was racing again, but this time it wasn't because of my mother. No. It was because of him.
The moment his face flashed in my mind, my stomach turned. My hands went still.
