Chapter 120 Shut Up And Drive

• Anna was preparing breakfast when she heard the doorbell ring. The scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and butter hung thick in the air from the mountain of pastries she had baked over the last forty-eight hours. Her hands were covered in flour, and another batch of croissants was in the oven. Baking had become her only way of coping with the stress and getting her mind off the fact that two days later, there had still been no news about Serena. The silence was driving her insane.
• "Rita, can you get that?" she called out.
• There was no response.