It's Time For You To Move On

Mrs. Hernandez entered his room, feigning ignorance of the alcohol bottle he had discreetly placed beside him, her expression innocent and unsuspecting.

Her gaze swept the room before settling down in a chair beside Darren's bed.

The phone persistently buzzed and vibrated on the table, refusing to be ignored, until Mrs. Hernandez finally intervened.

"Your phone is ringing nonstop, wouldn't you better answer it and see who's trying to reach you?" Mrs. Hernandez suggested, her eyes fixed on the phone as she tried to sneak a peek at the caller's identity.

"It's Kendall," Darren said, before answering the call.

He chatted with Kendall for a bit, exchanging small talk and catching up, before eventually hanging up and placing the phone back on the table.

Mrs. Hernandez had been sitting there, silently observing and listening in on Darren's phone conversation with Kendall, her presence unobtrusive yet attentive.