Chapter TWENTY

　　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.

　　"I don't think I will be able to make it home," he says, and for some reason, I don’t know, I am hurt.

　　I hear the ruffling of sheets and a few curse words.