My hand shook as I dialed Serina's number. Through blurred vision, I saw her pull out her phone. Annoyance flickered across her face at the sudden ringing.
Once. Twice. Three times.
She stared at the caller ID flashing "Husband" but never picked up.
With a mocking snort, Beckett pulled her into his arms, his tone dripping with contempt.
"Your nagging ‘old man' again?"
He casually pressed the decline button, tapped Serina on the nose, and smirked.
"Don't ditch your bestie just because of a man. Otherwise, we won't be friends anymore."
"Don't say that!" Serina laughed, clinging to him even tighter. "My husband is not half as important as my bestie!"
With a swift motion, she powered off her phone and tossed it aside, then rolled with him again across the grass, giggling.
Yes. Her husband was nothing compared to her so-called best friend.
What more did I need to understand?
The wind cut through me, leaving me trembling. I pointed at the laughing pair not far away.
"Claire, does this spot have cameras?"
Claire caught my meaning immediately. "I'll have someone save the footage right now."
My chest felt hollow, bleeding out from a wound no one could see.