“I’m bored,” the twenty-something-year-old said, sounding way too much like a petulant teenager instead of the adult she was.
“You don’t work today?” Serenity was sure that her best friend heard the desperation in her question.
Glory paused before she spoke again. “Nooo,” she drew out the word. “I don’t, and by the way, what’s wrong with you?”
Nope, she couldn’t get anything past Glory. Though in Serenity’s defense, it was more because she sucked at being chill when something was going on in her life that she didn’t necessarily want to talk about. But she found that this was not one of those things. She wanted to tell Glory about Dair. Serenity felt that her head just might pop off if she didn’t get out some of the crap that was floating around inside it.
“I’ve got some stuff to tell
