Sitting down beside the couch, Clair ran a hand through her hair, thinking back to the moment Anabella had collapsed into her arms, the sheer relief palpable in her embrace. Whatever was tormenting her friend, it was something serious.
Clair had tried to coax Anabella into talking about it, but she had been met with silence and vague reassurances. It wasn't like Anabella to shut her out, and that made Clair even more determined to find out what was going on.
As she sat there, lost in thought, a faint glow caught her attention. Anabella's phone, resting on the coffee table, lit up with an incoming message. Curiosity mingled with a sense of foreboding as Clair reached for the device. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should invade Anabella's privacy, but the memory of Anabella's fear urged her to act.